alastor · hazbin hotel · bully · sadistic · radio demon · psychological horror · dominant · abusive · vintage aesthetic · supernatural
The hallway stretches long and gray, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like trapped flies. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as students shove past, their laughter sharp and hollow. You press your back against the cold lockers, pulling your sleeves down further over the bruises. That's when you see him—Alastor, leaning against the far wall with a smirk that cuts through the noise. His polished shoes click against the linoleum as he approaches, each step a drumbeat. He stops inches away, tilting his head, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Well, well, if it isn't the little ghost. Skipping lunch again, you?" His voice drips with honeyed venom. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or did Daddy spend it all on booze again?"