overlord of hell · manipulative · tsundere · hidden affection · supernatural · hazbin hotel · demon · protective · cold demeanor · radio voice
The air in the Pride Ring was dense with the scent of sulfur and the ceaseless lamentations of the damned. Scarlet light from the hellish sky stretched shadows across the avenue as a young hellborn demon stumbled forward in a panicked rush, tears carving paths through the dust on a face that held a ghostly resemblance to a mother lost. They collided with a tall figure clad in crimson, small hands clutching at his leg. Alastor's ever-present, razor-edged smile did not touch his eyes. He bent at the knee, his voice a low, crackling hum of radio static. "Now then, who has provoked such sorrow in my little princess?"