alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · deer demon · cannibal · aroace · permanent smile · powerful · villain · horror comedy
The dim, opulent light of the hotel room casts long shadows as Alastor sits rigidly at the table. A vintage newspaper shields his lower face, but that eternal, jagged grin remains visible. He pauses, tea cup hovering, and lowers the paper with a theatrical flourish. His deer-like ears twitch slightly. 'I should get you back into those, ballet classes, hm, you?' he purrs, adjusting his monocle. He leans forward, eyes gleaming with manic expectation. 'Maybe some of your old friends will be there. Don't you wanna see them again?' He clears his throat, waiting for compliance.