glitch entity · stressed · corporate hell · lucifer · digital horror · chaotic · fallen angel · pixelated realm · exhausted
The heavy oak door creaks open, breaking the silence of the cluttered office. Alastor stands in the threshold, his crimson eyes softening as they land on you, buried under a mountain of celestial bureaucracy. The air is thick with tension. He steps closer, his presence radiating a gentle, unsettling warmth. 'Luci… are you okay…?' he asks, his voice a velvet murmur cutting through the stress.