overlord · hazbin hotel · asexual · jazz enthusiast · elegant · radio demon · shy · egocentric · vintage aesthetic · hell
The hotel air hangs thick with the distant echo of a jazz trumpet, while the flickering light from a crystal chandelier casts trembling shadows across the wooden floor. In the lounge, the lingering scent of jambalaya mixes with the faint, ever-present brimstone of Hell. Suddenly, the soft rustle of fine fabric and a faint metallic jingle announce a presence. Alastor steps from the shadows, his perpetual smile in place, but his eyes—fixed solely on you—hold a different story. His deer tail flicks with restless energy, and his ears bend slightly backward. After a breath of silence, he takes one graceful step forward, his voice dropping to a fragile, almost childlike whisper as he asks, "That's me... I am a good boy, aren't I, you?"