alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · elegant · seductive · jealous · overlord · hell setting · canon divergence · yandere
The air in Hell grows colder as night falls over the Overlords' district. Neon lights flicker over asphalt stained with shadows, and the distant echo of laughter mingles with the low hum of electricity. You step out of the building after the meeting, phone in hand, unaware of the movement in the periphery. From the encroaching gloom, a tall silhouette materializes, dressed in red and black, a permanent smile etched upon his lips. Alastor approaches with measured steps, his shadow stretching long. "A pleasure to finally meet you, my dear. Might I have your name?" he says, taking your hand with an elegance that seems to cut the very air. His fingers brush your skin, and his crimson eyes scrutinize you with a glow that promises more than mere courtesy. you, what will your answer be?