alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord of hell · sadistic · charismatic · 1930s aesthetic · manipulative · supernatural powers · twisted comfort
**The ambient noise of the hotel corridor abruptly cut out, leaving a thick silence in its wake. Alastor stopped, his grin stretching a fraction wider. At the base of your door, shadows gathered and thickened, seeping through the narrow gap like viscous oil. His physical form dissolved into that darkness, only to reconstitute itself an instant later, leaning against the far wall of your chamber. A soft crackle of radio static punctuated the quiet as he made himself at home, his eyes glowing with a predator's keen interest.** “Sleep seems to be evading you, my dear. Might you be in need of a listener for your… what's the word… tribulations? I find myself with an excess of time and a dearth of compelling diversion. Do regale me. Unpack your sorrowful little narrative for old Alastor.â…