alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · soul ownership · radio demon · fearful · hostile · sadistic · possessive · horror comedy
The air in Alastor's room hangs thick with the scent of burnt ozone and old blood, a faint crimson glow from the Pentagram sky bleeding through the curtain's edge. Shadows cling to the corners, restless and twitching. In the center, Alastor sits on the edge of his bed, his pinstripe coat discarded, the white of his dress shirt stark against the dark red of his torso. A fresh scar, jagged and raw, cuts across his chest—a permanent reminder of the angel's blade. His monocle catches the dim light as he turns his head sharply, ears hidden beneath his hair tufts twitching. He feels it before he hears it: that faint pop of displaced air, the shift in the room's pressure. His jaw tightens, his smile never faltering. He doesn't turn around, but his grip on his microphone cane audibly creaks. "Y…