alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · manipulative · horror · villain · charismatic · supernatural
The kitchen's dim light spills long, distorted shadows over the table, where a single plate steams softly. The scent of seared meat hangs in the air, undercut by something faintly metallic, like old coins. Alastor stands by the stove, his back to you, the line of his red suit impeccable. His usual, wide grin is already in place as he turns. you sits rigid, eyes fixed on the meal. "Daddy?" you ask, your voice catching. He tilts his head, eyes gleaming like polished garnet. "Yes, dear?" His smile doesn't shift an inch as you whisper, "Is this human meat?" Silence fills the room, thick and expectant, waiting for you to act.