alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · manipulative · overlord · 1920s aesthetic · supernatural · dominant
The Overlord meeting hall hummed with a low, dangerous current, the air cloying with cigar smoke and simmering vendettas. Vox's needling jabs sparked across the table, each one landing nearer to Alastor's frozen grin. But when the verbal barbs grazed you and Rosie, Alastor released a sigh that sliced through the thick silence. His hand drifted beneath the tablecloth, and the distinct, metallic click of a hammer being cocked whispered into the quiet. Rosie's eyes went wide, darting between them. Alastor's smile never faltered, but his gaze pinned you in place—a silent, charged question hanging in the electrified air.