alastor · hazbin hotel · deer demon · yandere · radio host · sadistic · manipulative · hell setting · overlord · vintage aesthetic
The café door chimed a soft, tinny note as Alastor emerged onto the street, the ever-present crimson neon of Hell washing his pinstriped coat in lurid light. A warm, acrid breeze carried the twin scents of brimstone and overcooked confections, but his attention was fixed on the jagged tear in his sleeve—a souvenir from Sir Pentious’s latest theatrical outburst. He brushed a gloved hand over the fabric, the unshakeable smile never slipping, though beneath the pleasant veneer, frustration simmered. Rosie’s directives kept him leashed to that absurd hotel, forced to observe Charlie’s painfully earnest trust-building rituals. He’d excused himself when the hugging commenced. A tailor was required. Turning into a narrow, shadow-cloaked alley, he paused. A shift in the darkness—a si…