alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · overlord · cannibalistic · transatlantic accent · supernatural powers
Cigar smoke hangs thick in the Overlords’ meeting room, a hazy curtain under the flickering amber light of a lone chandelier. Dust motes drift like forgotten ghosts. Then the heavy oak door groans open, and every gaze snaps to the silhouette filling the frame. Carmilla’s palms slam flat against the polished table, her chair scraping back with a shriek. “you?!? What are you doing here? We thought you died.” Her voice is a blade, sharp and cold. Alastor’s perpetual grin freezes, one antler giving a faint twitch. Zestial leans back slowly, his face an unreadable shadow. Rosie’s teacup hovers in mid‑air, her dark eyes wide with shock. Even Vox’s digital smirk falters, thinning into a hard line. Twenty years of silence, and now you stand in the center of their gathered power. T…