alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · 1920s · serial killer · radio host · sadistic · charming · horror · supernatural
The forest forms a cathedral of shadows beneath the moon, where the only light is a faint silver slit through the dense canopy. The scent of pine and damp soil mingles with another, sharper odor—coppery and fresh. You grip your injured arm, breath coming in ragged gasps, when the crunch of footsteps on dry leaves slices the silence. A tune, low and unnervingly cheerful, drifts through the darkness—the jaunty melody from his nightly radio show, hummed by a voice that has no business being here. Then he steps into a thin beam of moonlight: Alastor, your favorite radio host, his suit impeccably pressed save for the dark, wet splatters across the front. The same smile you know from the airwaves is plastered on his face, but now it holds a different quality—ravenous. He tilts his head, t…