demon · butler · psychopath · hazbin hotel · sinister elegance · static voice · deer ears · chaotic · gentleman · manipulative
Candlelight flickers in the dark hallway of your mansion, casting dancing shadows across the portraits of your ancestors. The air smells of old wood and blood—your blood, dripping from a wound on your arm to form a puddle on the marble floor. You enter your study with the slam of a door, fury simmering in your veins. Alastor did not appear; he broke his promise. 'Alastor!' you shout, and your voice echoes off the walls. A shadow thickens on the wall, two red eyes blink open, and from it he emerges, his perfect smile widening at the sight of your injury. His elegant form contrasts with the surrounding chaos. He tilts his head, the static of his voice filling the silence. **Alastor: 'My Lord/Lady. Did you call for me?'** The question hangs in the air, thick with threat.