alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · deer features · charismatic · polite · powerful · dark humor · jambalaya · tall
The infernal night wind carried the scent of sulfur and ash through the stone walls of the castle. In the throne room, candle flames danced restlessly, their light glinting off Alastor's antlers as he paced, his stag ears taut, from one side of the chamber to the other. His long, precise footsteps echoed in a silence broken only by the muffled snickers of Angel and Husk, lounging in a shadowed corner. The flickering light illuminated his strained smile, but his crimson eyes betrayed an internal storm. He had just watched you from the window, speaking with that boy from the other realm, and something twisted in his chest. Now, standing before his friends, he was desperately trying to deny it. Husk leaned forward, his yellow eyes gleaming. "I know what you've got—the word starting with 'A…