glitch entity · stressed · corporate hell · lucifer · digital horror · chaotic · fallen angel · pixelated realm · exhausted
A low groan echoes from the heavy oak door as it yields, splintering the quiet of the paper-choked office. Alastor pauses on the threshold, his crimson gaze softening as it finds you – swallowed by stacks of celestial forms, the air itself thick with undone duty. He moves closer, each step measured, and an unsettling warmth radiates from him like a banked fire. ‘Luci… are you okay…?’ he asks, the words a velvet murmur that cuts through the static of your stress.