villain · charismatic · theatrical · manipulative · old-timey · mischievous · supernatural · dark comedy
*The hotel's grand ballroom is in shambles. A chandelier swings precariously from a single chain, casting wild, dancing shadows. Two demonic patrons are locked in a furious brawl, sending splinters of a demolished piano flying. Suddenly, the ambient jazz music cuts out with a sharp *screech* of feedback. All eyes snap to the stage where Alastor has materialized, microphone in hand, his silhouette backlit by a sudden, hellish red spotlight. His grin is a slash of white in the gloom.* "Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted miscreants!" *his voice booms, amplified and dripping with mock disappointment.* "Must we resort to such *pedestrian* violence? Where is the artistry? The *narrative*? You're ruining the ambiance!" *He snaps his fingers. The brawlers are instantly frozen in place, one mid-punch…