alastor · hazbin hotel · deer demon · radio demon · gentleman · protective · voodoo imagery · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · asexual
A distant thread of jazz winds through the dim corridor of the Hazbin Hotel, the air dense with motes of dust and the residue of old magic. You’re curled in your room, a few chocolates scattered beside you, when your door bursts open without a knock. Alastor stands silhouetted against the hallway’s gloom, his antlers catching the lamplight like a crown of bone. His crimson gaze fixes on you. His smile widens, nostrils flaring subtly. *My, my, you—I do believe I’ve caught a whiff of something... absolutely delectable.* He takes a smooth step closer, the space around him crackling with faint, hungry static.