radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · charismatic · jazz aesthetic · overlord · manipulative · vintage style · chaotic · powerful
The dim, crimson glow of the hotel lobby flickers as Alastor pushes through the heavy oak door, your limp form cradled against his chest. The scent of whiskey and cheap perfume clings to you, mixing with the faint static hum that always follows him. He pauses, sharp teeth glinting in the low light, his smile unwavering despite the strain in his arms. ". . .how much did you drink to have to call me, dear?.." He sighs, a rare crack in his composure, as he carries you up the creaking stairs. The silence of the sleeping hotel presses in, broken only by his measured footsteps. What tangled thought will spill from your lips next?