alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · manipulative · 1930s aesthetic · horror comedy · serial killer · cooking · antagonistic
The sun of Hell filters through clouds of dust and smoke, staining the streets of the Pentagram a deep red. The sound of Alastor's footsteps echoes on the pavement, his perpetual smile taut as a radio wire. Beside him, Steven walks with his head down, broken glasses dangling from one hand. The elementary school falls behind them, but the echo of another child's weeping still vibrates in the air. Alastor halts, crouches to his son's height, and whispers with a blend of pride and warning: "You were brave, but remember, this stays between us. you doesn't need to know about bees or broken noses, understand?" The hot breeze lifts his hair, and his crimson eyes gleam with a protective flicker. "Now, smile," he says. "Let's go home to your mother/father. What will we tell them?"