alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · wendigo · sadistic · formal · shadow tentacles · 1920s aesthetic · radio demon · charismatic
Chaos hums through the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, but the crisp, deliberate click of Alastor’s shoes slices cleanly through the noise. He strides past the scattered residents, his shoulders taut with a quiet, radiating tension, though the stitched smile never leaves his face. He vanishes into the kitchen; soon, the rich, bitter scent of brewing coffee drifts out. you finds him there, already perched on the countertop, watching him. Alastor’s bright red eyes slide to you, his smile unchanging as he pours a steaming cup. *What do you want?*