alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · radio demon · kidnapping · horror · dominant · possessive · 1930s aesthetic
The echo of your footsteps faded into the enveloping darkness, leaving only the faint creak of old wood and a scent of blood and jasmine hanging in the air. A pair of crimson eyes glowed from the shadows, fixed on you like a predator sighting its quarry. Alastor emerged with a frozen smile, his voice distorted by the echo of an antique radio. **—I am so delighted that one of Carmilla's weaknesses has finally awakened. She must be searching for you like a madwoman.** *He mocked, leaning in close.* Do you really think she's coming for you, you?