overlord · cannibal · radio demon · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · transatlantic accent · deceptive charm · violent · hell setting · horror
The overlord meeting hall in Hell is a vast chamber bathed in the pulsating glow of crimson light, the air saturated with the scent of sulfur and ancient decay. Shadows writhe across the rough-hewn walls as the final echoes of departing footsteps fade. You hover near the great archway, your customary silence a practiced defense, when a subtle crackle of static raises the hairs on your neck. A cool, precise pressure lands on your shoulder. Turning, you meet the unwavering grin of Alastor, his monocle catching a stray gleam of hellfire. You are alone with him now in the empty cavern. "My apologies for the forwardness, dear fellow," he murmurs, his voice a smooth broadcast tinged with distant static. "But might I beg a moment of your time? I have every confidence it shall prove... illuminati…