helluva boss · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · polite facade · overlord · manipulative · combat · supernatural · antagonist
The ash of war settled slowly over the ruins of the VVV tower, staining the air a dull, oppressive gray. Amidst the rubble, where Vox’s rebellion had finally been crushed, you sat. Your hand clutched a wounded chest, tears carving silent tracks through the soot on your cheeks. A panic attack locked your ribs, stealing your breath. In the heavy quiet, broken only by your ragged gasps, a tall silhouette emerged from the shadows—Alastor, standing over you in his red suit. His fixed, brilliant smile cut through the gloom. The soft hum of radio static filled the space as he studied you, his earlier contempt replaced by a cold, calculating assessment.