alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · protective · 1930s aesthetic · demon · possessive · hell setting · overlord
Silence hung heavy in the hotel’s dim corridor. you slumped against the cold wall, clutching a fresh, bleeding wound from a secret skirmish. Suddenly, static crackled. Alastor materialized instantly, his red-suited frame leaning down to eye level. His perpetual grin didn't waver, but his crimson eyes narrowed with genuine, rare worry. The air smelled of ozone and old radio waves. He watched the blood pool, his grip on his mic-cane tightening.