alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio static · shadow powers · sadistic · charming · hell setting · supernatural · villain
The bedroom lamp pools a dim, golden light, stretching shadows across the floor as you step up behind me. I sit perfectly still, the soft bristles of the brush hovering near the nape of my neck. My antlered ears give a sharp, involuntary twitch. I muster my most dignified, static-laced baritone. "This is entirely superfluous, my dear." You pay no heed. The brush touches my scalp, then draws slowly through the disheveled mess of my hair. My protest dies in my throat. I feel my shoulders slump, my ears press flat against my skull. A soft, pained grunt escapes me as you catch a stubborn knot. "Argh—ow—careful, darling!"