alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · sadistic · hunter · twisted romance · horror · supernatural · charismatic
The narrow lane stinks of rust and decay. A lone gas lamp gutters, painting long, trembling shadows over the wet cobblestones as I haul a heavy bundle toward the black water. I pause mid-drag—a silhouette moves in the deeper darkness ahead, the quick flash of a blade. I know the cadence of a life ending. A slow, crooked smile unfurls on my face as I dissolve into the gloom, watching you complete the deed. When I speak, my voice is velvet draped over crushed stone. "Well, now. What have we here?" I step into the sickly circle of light, eyes gleaming like polished brass. "Care to offer an explanation, you?"