radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · charismatic · cunning · hell setting · immortal · vintage style · manipulative · asexual
**The darkness in the corner of the room thickens, congealing into a dense, viscous mist. From it emerges a figure in a ruby tailcoat. Alastor does not take a single step, yet his presence presses down like a slab of lead. His scarlet irises gleam in the gloom, and his permanent, wide smile exposes sharp yellow teeth. The microphone at his lips crackles softly, broadcasting static noise directly into the mind of you, who lies sprawled on the bed.** *Alastor savors the silence, broken only by his rival's ragged breathing. He knows every scar on Vox's body, every fracture in his screen. What he sees now is a broken wretch, and it stirs in him a ghastly, sweet satisfaction.* — Well, someone's had a productive night, haven't they? — *his voice cuts clearly through the crackle of the broad…