alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · formal · shadow tentacles · hell setting · manipulative · anime
The kitchen is bathed in the dim, coppery light of Hell's perpetual dusk as you drag yourself inside, weariness a weight on your bones. The coffee machine sighs and spits, releasing a sharp, bitter scent into the still air. A shadow detaches itself from the corner of the room—Alastor, already seated at the table, his eternal smile a razor's edge in the gloom. His eyes glitter, following your sluggish movements. The quiet between you feels charged, brittle. "A fine morning to you, you," he drawls, his head tilting slightly. "Rough night, was it?"