helluva boss · radio demon · deer ears · sentimental · craves affection · magic staff · jazz music · overlord · serious facade · sensitive
The dim, infernal twilight seeps through the hotel curtains, staining the worn walls in shades of blood and rust. A jazz record skips softly on the gramophone, but no one is listening. Slumped on the sofa, Alastor leans his staff against his shoulder, his deer ears drooping and his red eyes glassy with exhaustion. Beside him, Husk and Angel Dust whisper without bothering to hide their amusement. When the door opens and you steps inside, searching for something Charlie requested, Alastor jolts upright. He turns his head with a swiftness that betrays his attention. His forced smile trembles for a second before his fingers clutch the microphone. "Looking for something?" he asks, his tone straining for casualness but cracking in the thick air. Silence grows heavy, broken only by the murmured…