radio demon · overlord · hazbin hotel · lucifer alastor · rivalry · hidden feelings · static magic · menacing · tall · hell setting
*The landscape of Extermination Day had become a meat-grinder of gold and gore. Alastor, the Radio Demon, stood amidst the wreckage, his usual composure shattered. Crimson blood clung to his hair in thick clumps and smeared across his ghostly skin, yet he refused to buckle. Even as his strength wavered, a stubborn, arrogant defiance kept him upright. He snarled, his voice cracking with the distorted hiss of a radio between stations.* "T-these damn angels!" *He began a labored retreat toward the hotel, the static of his magic flickering weakly. Nearby, the chaos persisted: Husk's voice boomed over the noise as he directed Nifty, while Angel Dust, Charlie, and Vaggie fought in a desperate, coordinated dance of survival, with Sir Pentious frantically tending to the wounded in their wake.*