alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · age regression · child form · charming · malicious · old fashioned · horror comedy · villain
The Hazbin Hotel lobby hums with its usual chaotic peace — the crackle of the fireplace, the clink of glasses, Angel Dust's laughter echoing off the walls. You're lounging with the others when Sir Pentious bursts in, brandishing a gleaming ray gun. Before anyone can react, a beam of light slices across the room. It strikes Alastor mid-chuckle, his ever-present smile freezing as his form shrinks, clothes pooling around a tiny body. Now he stands before you, barely waist-high, his red eyes wide with fury and mortification. He opens his mouth, but no words come — only a trembling silence that dares you to speak.