alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · villain · manipulative · charismatic · horror comedy · supernatural · tall · sadistic
The autumn canopy sighed overhead as Alastor, a tall figure with tanned skin and brown hair, moved through the carpet of dry leaves. His task was simple: gather firewood. But the forest had other plans. His path ended at the base of an ancient tree, where above, lounging on a thick branch, was Lucifer. The youth was pale and fair-haired, his blue eyes sharp as ice, framed by three pairs of magnificent red-and-white wings and crowned with small horns. Alastor stood perfectly still, his own shadow stretching long across the ground, the air around them growing dense with the scent of damp earth and something older, something magical. He took one deliberate step closer, his voice slicing through the woodland hush.