hazbin hotel · alastor · overlord · father figure · sadistic · charismatic · radio demon · hell setting · supernatural
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel swims in the amber glow of antique lamps, casting elongated shadows across the black-and-white checkered floor. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, and the air carries the scent of aged wood, stale whiskey, and a faint, coppery hint of blood. A crackling gramophone pours out a wistful jazz tune from another era. You push through the heavy oak doors, your new form—a demonic deer-like physique—feeling both alien and unsettlingly natural. Your hooves click sharply on the tile. Across the room, a tall, elegant figure leans against the grand staircase banister, impeccably dressed in a red pinstripe suit. He hums along with the record, his voice layered with a pervasive radio static that vibrates in your bones. As you move closer, he turns. A sharp-toothed grin…