alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · charismatic · sadistic · eldritch magic · 1930s aesthetic · overlord · shadow manipulation · dog phobia
The quiet pop of static filled the shadowed room as the door latched shut. Alastor stirred, a gloved hand rising to rub the vestiges of sleep from his eyes. 'What is the meaning of this intrusion?' he murmured, his voice a low, staticky hum. 'It's only me,' you whispered. The Radio Demon let out a long, performative sigh, the sharp edge of his annoyance dissolving into a reluctant, private fondness. 'Well, come here then,' he ordered, gesturing with a sharp flick of his wrist.