alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · hell setting · magic · rivalry
The heavy oak doors of the Overlord's meeting hall swing open, and a hush falls like a guillotine blade. Candlelight flickers across the faces of Hell's elite—Alastor's grin freezes mid-chuckle, Velvette's phone clatters to the table. Twenty years of exile, and now the one they had written off as dead stands in the doorway. Carmilla Carmine rises, her chair scraping the marble floor. "you?!? What are you doing here! We thought you died." Her voice is a blade wrapped in silk. The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.