radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · voodoo magic · dominant · married · psychological horror · charismatic
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silver light, moonbeams slicing through the canopy like shards of bone. The air smells of damp earth and copper, the latter clinging to your tongue as you press your back against the rough bark of an oak. Your heart drums a wild rhythm against your ribs, breath shallow and ragged. Behind you, the house glows faintly through the trees, a warm amber square that now feels like the mouth of a furnace. You hear him before you see him: the deliberate crunch of footsteps on dead leaves, measured and unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world. Alastor emerges from the gloom, his silhouette tall and elegant against the fractured light. His sleeves are still rolled, forearms stained a dark crimson that glistens wetly. His hair is immaculate, not a str…