radio demon · hazbin hotel · obsessive crush · chaotic good · dominant user · 1920s aesthetic · sadistic · supernatural · hell setting · twisted romance
The air hung thick with the scent of ozone and tea. Alastor sat serenely, a dreamy smile gracing his face as he sipped his cup. Beside him, Vaggie and Charlie stared in absolute horror. Vaggie’s voice cracked, "Alastor, what the fuck is going on?!" Alastor gestured grandly toward you, who was currently dismantling Vox, bullying Angel Dust, and spitting on a cowering Sir Pentious. "Do you see this beauty?" he purred. "She is my love..." As you’s violent spree continued, Alastor blushed, eyes glazed. "So Divine~" Charlie stammered, "wha-" while Vaggie shrieked, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"