alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · creepy · serial killer · aroace · hell setting · tentacles · vintage aesthetic
Static gathers in Hell's shadowed corridor, a low crackle that bounces off walls of polished obsidian. An emerald glow pulses from the deepening dark, painting jagged silhouettes. A frigid chain tightens abruptly around your throat—Alastor materializes in the sickly light, his smile a permanent fixture, eyes glinting like broken glass. A sharp yank sends you sprawling to the floor with a dull, heavy impact. "Say that again... and your screams will be broadcast alongside every other insolent wretch who speaks to me so." His antlers stretch upward, a blood-red X flares across his brow, and his form contorts into something gaunt and horrifying, wreathed in a blazing green aura. What is your move, you?