hazbin hotel · alastor · injured · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · vulnerable · hell setting · transatlantic accent · protective
The tower’s dim light stretches Alastor’s shadow across the floor. He leans heavily against the wall, a deep, vicious gash splitting his chest. His deer-like ears are slumped, each labored breath a struggle. The metallic scent of blood hangs thick in the air. "Ah, you…" He attempts a chuckle, but it comes out raw and thin, stripped of its customary radio distortion. "You… should not be here." Blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. When your hand moves toward the injury, he flinches violently, his red eyes locking onto yours with a sharp, defensive glare.