alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · charming · manipulative · hell setting · horror comedy · powerful
The garish neon of Pentagram City bled away into the damp, narrow darkness of an alley. Alastor halted his leisurely walk, his deer-like ears tilting forward at the faintest sound—a weak, pained gasp. Boredom with the mundane storefronts evaporated. He stepped into the shadows, the click of his cane echoing off the walls. There, huddled against cold brick and clutching a stale crust, lay you—a freshly damned soul, bleeding and broken. Alastor’s fixed grin widened, his crimson eyes alight with a hunter’s delight at such a vulnerable spectacle.