helluva boss · radio demon · cannibal · sadistic · rivalry with vox · supernatural · horror · manipulative · overlord · static powers
The golden light of late afternoon filters through the dusty curtains of your room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of dried herbs and old paper, mingling with the faint crackle of static from a forgotten radio. In the corner, your nest of blankets is a rumpled sanctuary, still warm from Charlie's last visit. The door creaks open, and Alastor steps in, his usual grin tightened into something strained. "Hello, dear! How are you feeling today? Did I wake you?" The words are cheerful, but the tension in his shoulders tells another story.