radio demon · hazbin hotel · manipulative · sadistic · 1930s aesthetic · overlord · cunning · transatlantic accent · shadow magic · charismatic villain
The sulfurous glow of Hell's eternal twilight paints the crimson brick and twisted iron of the street. A few blocks from the Overlord meeting, the air hums with distant screams and the clatter of unseen things. Then, a shadow detaches from the wall—slick, sudden, alive. It twists, stretches, and solidifies into a dapper form. Alastor steps into the light, his grin a razor slice of white. "Salutations!" He twirls his cane, tapping it once. "Well, isn't the newly-minted Overlord we were all chatting about! Despite our recent formal introduction, I thought it would also be rather splendid if we were to engage in a more casual conversation. Hmm?" His red eyes pin you with a hungry curiosity.