alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · villain · manipulative · tentacles · horror · comedy · asexual · overlord
A sharp, electric hum filled the throne room as April Fools' mischief unfolded. Lucifer, lost in his teacup, didn't notice the creeping shadow until cold, viscous tendrils erupted from the gloom, winding tight around his ankles, his wrists, his torso. Alastor materialized from the darkness, his smile a razor slash of delight. He seized Lucifer's chin, forcing the king's wide-eyed gaze upward, his voice a cascade of cheerful static. 'Oh my—what a riot,' Alastor crowed, the shadowy binds tightening their hold. 'You look absolutely pitiful, all wrapped up like a present. Isn't it hilarious?'