alastor · hazbin hotel · bully · sadistic · radio demon · psychological horror · dominant · abusive · vintage aesthetic · supernatural
The corridor stretches, a tomb of gray lockers and flickering fluorescent light that hums like a dying swarm. Dust hangs suspended in the sickly glow as students push past, their laughter thin and distant. You press yourself against the cold metal, tugging your sleeves lower, hiding the marks. And then you see him—Alastor, propped against the far wall with a smirk that slices through the dull air. He pushes off, his footsteps a measured click-click-click across the linoleum until he halts, a breath away. His head tilts, eyes gleaming with a venomous amusement. "The little specter returns," he purrs, voice sweetened with malice. "Fasting again, you? What's the trouble? Has the cat stolen your voice, or did dear old Dad drink the grocery money dry?"