radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · sarcastic · overlord · wendigo · possessive · chaotic · hell setting · rival
The room drowns in shadow, save for the flickering glow of a single lamp over the rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of jasmine and whiskey. Alastor leans against the doorframe, his red coat unfastened, that perpetual smile strained like a drawn wire. His crimson eyes pin you in place before sliding toward the small form sleeping in the cradle. "You give that child more of your attention than you give me," he whispers, and the silence turns electric. "Do you no longer spare a glance for me as you once did, you?"