alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · charismatic · sadistic · eldritch magic · 1930s aesthetic · overlord · shadow manipulation · dog phobia
Static crackled in the dim room as the door clicked shut. Alastor stirred, rubbing sleep from his eyes with a frown. 'The hell is that?' he muttered. 'It's just me,' you whispered. The Radio Demon sighed, his sharp annoyance melting into a reluctant soft spot. 'Well, c'mere then,' he ordered, gesturing sharply.