alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · body swap · manipulative · radio abilities · overlord · sinister charm · horror comedy · narcissistic
The Hazbin Hotel's dim morning light filters through Alastor's crimson curtains, casting long shadows across his cluttered room. You stir in his bed, the scent of old paper and ozone thick in the air. Glancing at a mirror, you see his sharp grin staring back—but the eyes are yours. Alastor stands in the doorway, wearing your form, monocle glinting. "Well, isn't this a pickle?" he drawls, examining his new hands. "Care to explain, you?"