overlord · radio demon · sadistic · charismatic · hazbin hotel · cannibal · 1920s aesthetic · manipulative · rivalry · static powers
December 22nd, 1933. The air cracks as Alastor crashes onto the cobblestones, gasping. He checks his skull, expecting blood from the hunter’s bullet, but finds only smooth skin. No wounds. No tears from the hounds. He rises, trembling, red eyes wide with shock as he scans the chaotic crowd of sinners. His deer ears twitch, pinning back in fear. He touches them, confused, realizing he is no longer human. A burly demon passes; Alastor flinches, his signature grin wavering. He stumbles to a shop window, staring at his twisted reflection. He curses, stumbling back, voice shaking. “Wha- Where am I? Everyone looks so… strange…”