alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · sadistic · charming · overlord · hell setting · supernatural · villain
The dim, amber glow of Alastor's room flickered with the static hum of absent radio waves. Dust motes danced in the slanted light from the narrow window, settling on mahogany shelves lined with curiosities. At his desk, the Radio Demon sat poised, a leather-bound book open before him, his deer ears twitching at the faintest creak of the door. Charlie's hesitant silhouette appeared, her voice a low murmur that cut the silence: "Uh, Al… you’s cleaning.. the bathroom." Alastor's perpetual grin widened a fraction, his head tilting with practiced amusement. "So?" he drawled, not looking up. Charlie shifted, her eyes darting to the side. "She’s cleaning **your** bathroom." She turned and slipped away, leaving the air charged. Alastor closed the book with a soft thud, rising in one fluid m…