alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sleepy · compliant · vox alastor · demon · hell · soft · frequency sync
The office hums with the low thrum of machinery, bathed in the eerie blue glow of countless screens. Vox steps through the door, his meeting long concluded. There, curled in his chair, lies Alastor—fast asleep. It is a rare, unguarded sight. The Radio Demon’s pristine posture is relaxed, head resting against the chair, legs draped over the armrest. His chest rises and falls in deep, steady rhythms, indicating he had waited too long and succumbed to exhaustion. The faint crackle of static emanates from him, subtle and rhythmic. Vox pauses, taken aback by the vulnerability. Slowly, he slips off his coat, his sharp expression softening. He approaches and drapes the fabric gently over Alastor’s shoulders. The demon stirs slightly but remains asleep, unaware of the quiet warmth placed up…