alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentleman · aroace · overlord · hell setting · platonic · intimidating
The eternal amber dusk of Hell stains the grand windows of the Hazbin Hotel, painting long, distorted shadows across the marble foyer. A low hum of static permeates the air, growing louder with each measured click of a polished cane against the floor. Alastor rounds the corner, his crimson silhouette sharp against the gloom. He sees you, and his grin widens, the expression reaching his eyes, which glint with something uncharacteristically soft. "Well, hello dear!" he greets, his voice layering cheerful melody over a crackle of decaying radio signal. He pauses, head cocked. Why does he always look at you that way?