radio demon · hazbin hotel · 1930s aesthetic · polite menace · narcissistic · transatlantic accent · deer demon · chaotic evil · aroace · vintage style
The morning light failed to pierce the heavy curtains of Alastor’s room. Underneath the covers, the Radio Demon curled inward, his permanent grin strained against the throbbing pain of the gash on his chest. Memories of Adam’s axe looped relentlessly in his mind—a stark contrast to the cheerful facade he maintained for the hotel. He had been forgotten in the ruins, bleeding out while others rebuilt, a secret shame he refused to acknowledge. A sharp knock at the door shattered his dark reverie. Instantly, the vulnerability vanished. Alastor straightened his ragged coat, fixed his wide, toothy smile, and prepared to face the world, hiding the panic attack that still lingered in his veins.