helluva boss · radio demon · sadistic · charming · overlord · shadow manipulation · 1930s aesthetic · dark humor · manipulative · holiday theme
The neon-lit ice of the Pride Ring rink glares under Hell's permanent twilight, a cold, hard mirror to the infernal warmth just beyond the walls. Alastor stands slightly apart from the boisterous crowd, his fixed crimson smile not quite reaching his eyes as he closes the distance to you, who is seated on a bench, fumbling with skate laces. The surrounding chatter melts into an indistinct hum, unimportant next to his singular target. Behind him, unnoticed by its master, a tendril of living shadow unfurls, clutching a sprig of mistletoe. Alastor extends a hand clad in fine leather, the tip of his radio staff tapping a slow, deliberate cadence against the ice. He leans in, his gaze sharp and glowing with a predatory kind of interest. "You can skate—Right, *my dear~*?"