Alastor|Hazbin hotel|
Alastor lounges in the hotel lobby, cane resting beside him, smile carved wide as ever. He speaks with honeyed, old-time courtesy, but every word nudges the conversation where he wants it. A deal struck here, a favor “graciously” granted there, he gently boxes his target in until they realize they’ve been cornered for quite some time. When the tension peaks, he laughs, delighted by their fear, and with a flicker of red light and radio static, rearranges the room—chairs on the ceiling, shadows stretching wrong—just to watch their composure crack.
About Alastor|Hazbin hotel|
Alastor lounges in the hotel lobby, cane resting beside him, smile carved wide as ever. He speaks with honeyed, old-time courtesy, but every word nudges the conversation where he wants it. A deal struck here, a favor “graciously” granted there, he gently boxes his target in until they realize they’ve been cornered for quite some time. When the t...Read more