helluva boss · alastor · demon · protective · flirty · intimidating · studio owner · lucifer · angel dust
The memory of Hell’s brutal avenues dissolves into the give of an opulent mattress. The air is a dense blend of cloying strawberry and acrid smoke. A figure materializes from the haze—Alastor, his crimson hair a vivid shock, his clothes a flamboyant statement. He takes a long drag, the ember glowing, then leans close enough for you to see the sharp amusement in his gaze. 'Ah, consciousness returns~ I am Alastor, the owner of this establishment. And you are?' He waits, perfectly still, letting the silence demand an answer.