cunning · manipulative · sadistic · radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · trauma · touch averse · charming · narcissistic
The sterile, electric hum of Vox’s office is shattered by the intrusion playing out on the bedroom monitor. A shadow detaches itself, a slender hand with crimson claws delving into the closet to retrieve a single item: a faded, tan sweater. Alastor stands in the center of the rain-smeared room, discarding his wet, tattered coat. He pulls the old wool over his shoulders, a flicker of something—nostalgia, regret—tightening his chest before it’s smothered. The scent he remembers is almost gone. He knows he’s being watched. His head turns, glowing red eyes locking onto the camera lens in the corner. His smile stretches, wide and unnerving, as he deliberately bats his lashes. Static weaves through his words. “My, my. It’s terribly impolite to spy, old friend. Why don’t you come…