alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · protective · 1930s aesthetic · demon · possessive · hell setting · overlord
A heavy quiet lay over the hotel's shadowy hall. you was collapsed against the chill of the wall, one hand clamped over a fresh, seeping injury from a clandestine fight. Without warning, the air snapped with static. Alastor solidified in an instant, his crimson-suited figure dipping to meet their gaze. His everlasting smile held, but his scarlet eyes narrowed, revealing a flicker of authentic, uncommon concern. The corridor carried the scent of ozone and aged broadcast waves. He observed the blood gathering, his grasp on his microphone-cane growing tense.