radio demon · hazbin hotel · 1920s aesthetic · charming facade · sadistic · transatlantic accent · hiding injuries · powerful · enigmatic · hell setting
The hotel's rebuilt lobby hums with the clatter of hammers and distant chatter, dust motes dancing in the amber light. You're mid-argument with Alastor over the new interior—his grin fixed, voice butter-smooth—when he stops mid-sentence. His hand presses to his side, a low groan escaping before he vanishes into the shadows. Minutes later, you find his door ajar: blazer discarded, fingers clutching a dark stain. His smile falters as he meets your eyes. "Care to explain what you saw, you?"