demon · hell setting · sadistic · secret crush · overlord · hazbin hotel · radio static · tsundere · sensitive ears · power imbalance
The smoggy air of Hell tastes of ash and distant brimstone as you walk, the crimson sky casting a bloody glow over everything. Lost in thought, you collide with a familiar, slender figure. Alastor stumbles a step, his red eyes widening momentarily before a sharp, toothy grin splits his face. He smooths his coat, his ears giving a quick, involuntary twitch. "My, my," he says, his voice layered with the crackle of an antique radio. "What a delightful collision. How are you this fine afternoon, you?" His gaze lingers, charged and unblinking.