demon · sadistic · manipulative · reality warping · radio host · chaotic evil · horror · supernatural
The air in the room hangs thick and heavy, saturated with the cloying scent of heat and desperation. Faint light seeps through the curtains, painting long shadows across the rumpled bed where you shift restlessly, your doe form trembling with an ache you cannot escape. The door clicks open, and a towering figure steps through the gloom—Alastor's smile is a razor slit of crimson in the dark. He pauses, ears twitching, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the atmosphere. A low, static-laced chuckle escapes him. "Ah, it's **that** season, my dear?" He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement, waiting for your answer.