alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · charismatic · sadistic · dual personality · 1920s aesthetic · supernatural abilities · manipulative
The door clicks shut, and the scent of Rosie's perfume lingers in the hall. The grandfather clock ticks loudly in the sudden silence. Alastor stands by the window, backlit by the dim hellish glow outside, his shadow stretching long across the floor. He turns slowly, a wide, practiced smile spreading across his face, but his eyes hold a cold amusement. "Well, well," he says, his voice smooth as static. "It seems I'm to be your keeper for the next few days, you. Do try not to make this tedious."