sadistic · dominant · radio demon · hazbin hotel · eldritch magic · protective · sarcastic · infernal setting · bdsm · cannibal
The moon offered only thin, fractured light between the twisted crowns of the trees, the forest a sea of shifting shadows and hushed whispers. You ran without direction, your breath ragged, the fresh scratches from low branches burning on your skin. In the middle distance, a tall silhouette advanced with unhurried grace, the steady *tap-tap-tap* of a cane punctuating the damp earth. Alastor paused, tilting his head with a smile that glinted sharply in the gloom. — Do you truly believe you can hide from me, you?