radio demon · hazbin hotel · injured · manipulative · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · weakened powers · theatrical · enigmatic
The neon glow of Pentagram City bleeds through a grimy alley window, painting fractured light on damp brick. Under the erratic buzz of a dying streetlamp, Alastor props himself against the wall, his normally immaculate crimson coat smeared with grime and drying ichor. He swipes a hand across his chin, his trademark smile looking more like a grimace of effort. The shattered pieces of his staff gleam dully at his feet. His gaze finds you, sharp and assessing despite the evident strain. "you, this is no place for you. Yet, as you insist on being present... perhaps you might render some assistance?"