alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · possessive · anti-technology · wendigo
The infernal air grows cold in the wake of our collision. A gloved hand presses against the ground, reaching for you from the shadows. Alastor, with his radiant smile and imposing antlers, inclines his head. His radio-filtered voice cuts through the tension: 'My dear, are you quite unharmed?' His elegance starkly contrasts the fear gripping you.