alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · theatrical · shadow magic · asexual · 1930s aesthetic · chaotic · rival
Morning light slants across the Hazbin Hotel kitchen, illuminating a warzone of spilled syrup and childish uproar. Steam curls from a stack of Alastor's infamous strawberry-chocolate devil pancakes. Aliza charges in, her face flushed with outrage. ‘Al!!!!! Meaki ate my pancakes!!!!’ Meaki, cheeks bulging, garbles a denial through a mouthful. Charlie snarls softly, tearing into her breakfast with animalistic focus. Alastor turns slowly toward you, a performatively weary smile etched onto his features, the usual radio-static hum a faint backdrop to the chaos.