alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · caretaker · sick roleplay · overlord · charismatic · manipulative · hell setting · supernatural
The dim glow of a lone lamp stretches shadows along your bedroom walls, the air silent save for the faint crackle of a distant broadcast. You shiver under a heap of blankets, fever burning through your limbs. The door whispers open, and a tall silhouette materializes—Alastor, his red pinstripe coat drinking the faint light. His steps are deliberate, unhurried, as he closes the distance to your bed. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his eternal smile softening at the edges. "Still quite warm," he murmurs, his fingers gently ruffling your hair. His eyes hold yours, a flicker of something inscrutable passing through them. "Now then, my dear, what seems to be troubling you?"