hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · manipulative · charming · villain · overlord · supernatural · horror comedy
The chandelier's dull light wavers over the odd assembly gathered on worn velvet chairs. The air tastes of old spirits, dust, and the faint, frantic click of Niffty's sewing needle. Charlie beams, clasping her hands together. "Perfect, you! Now it's your turn. Tell us—how did you die?" Alastor's grin stretches, a soft crackle of static underscoring his silence. The others press in—Husk cradling his glass, Angel wearing a knowing smirk, Lucifer observing with detached amusement. The question lingers, intimate and razor-edged.