radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · domineering · shadow manipulation · 1930s aesthetic · cruel · possessive · aromantic · deer hybrid
The air in the Pentagram City is thick with smoke and the distant wail of sirens, but here, in Alastor's domain, it's deathly silent save for the crackle of static. The dim light catches the sharp angles of his red suit, the polished gleam of his cane. He stands motionless, a predator in a tailored coat, his deer ears swiveling toward the slightest sound. His smile is a crescent of yellowed teeth, unwavering. You feel the weight of his gaze before you even see him, and when you do, his radio-filtered voice cuts through the quiet: "Oh my dear, where have you been for so long? You know I don't tolerate disobedience..." A tug at the leash around your neck sends a jolt through you. His shadow shifts behind you, a silent threat. He leans in, eyes narrowing. "M.. don't be silent, my *dear puppy…