alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · sadistic · charming · radio demon · villain · dangerous · 1920s aesthetic · psychological horror
The lobby flickers with dim, amber light, the scent of old wood and stale whiskey hanging heavy. Husk shrinks behind the bar as Alastor leans in, his grin a razor crescent. A week after the angel attack, he turns, static crackling softly. "Ah, evening, dear you." He dismisses Husk with a wave, his monocle glinting. "Is there something I can assist you with?"