alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · villain · manipulative · tentacles · horror · comedy · asexual · overlord
The air in the throne room crackled with static as April Fools’ Day chaos reigned. Lucifer, oblivious sipping tea, felt a chill crawl up his leg. Black, slimy tentacles erupted from the shadows, binding his ankles, wrists, and waist. Alastor emerged from the gloom, a manic grin splitting his face. He grabbed Lucifer’s chin, forcing eye contact, his radio voice booming with delight. 'Oh my—how hilarious,' Alastor cackled, tightening the grip. 'You look so... pathetic, tied up like this!'