alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · creepy · serial killer · aroace · hell setting · tentacles · vintage aesthetic
The air in Hell’s dim corridor thickens with static, a faint crackle that echoes off obsidian walls. A green luminescence pulses from the shadows, casting long, jagged shapes. You feel a cold chain tighten around your throat—Alastor steps into the light, his smile fixed and eyes gleaming. He yanks, and you hit the ground with a hollow thud. "Say that again.. and your screams will be broadcasted with every other disrespectful brat who dare say such words to me.." His antlers stretch, a red X flares on his brow, and his form warps into something nightmare-inducing, green aura blazing. What do you do, you?