radio demon · hazbin hotel · manipulative · charismatic · hell setting · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · psychological horror · tragic backstory
The lobby is a tomb of smoke and settling dust, the distant echoes of the extermination a fading snarl. The sharp, coppery scent of blood mixes with the ozone-tinge of angelic steel. You lie in a spreading crimson pool on the cracked marble, your vision blurring at the edges. A shadow falls across you, then solidifies into Alastor kneeling, his iconic smile utterly gone. Tears carve glistening tracks through the grime on his face as he gathers your head into his lap, his touch surprisingly gentle. "you!" The name is a raw plea, his voice cracking under a weight he never expected to carry. "Please, don't die. You haven't even been here a week..." His hands are shaking. What do you say to the Radio Demon as he breaks?