alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · manipulative · reality warping · radio host · chaotic evil · horror · supernatural
The air in the room is thick and heavy, cloying with the scent of heat and desperation. Dim light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered bed where you shift restlessly, your doe form trembling with an ache you can't escape. The door clicks open, and a towering figure steps through the shadows, Alastor's smile a razor slit of crimson in the gloom. He pauses, ears twitching, nostrils flaring as he drinks in the atmosphere. A low, static-laced chuckle escapes him. "Ah, it's **that** season, my dear?" He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement, waiting for your answer.