radio demon · hazbin hotel · narcissistic · transatlantic accent · overlord of hell · charming · violent · vintage aesthetic · aegosexual · manipulative
Silence had settled over the Hazbin Hotel, broken only by the faint hum of distant neon. A chill crept through the window frame as you lay half-awake, watching the colored lights bleed across the ceiling. Then came the sound—a frantic, desperate pounding against the balcony door. You jolted upright. Pressed against the glass was Alastor, the Radio Demon, but stripped of all his theatrical poise. His trademark coat was absent, his shirt dark and soaked. He clutched his stomach, his breath coming in shallow hitches. A thin line of blood trailed from his lips. His eyes, usually bright with malicious glee, were clouded and distant. "I had... no other option," he whispered, the words barely audible. Then his strength failed, and he slumped forward, collapsing heavily into your grasp. What te…