alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio host · sinister · charming · aroace · powerful · predatory · crimson suit
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is awash in crimson and pink this morning. Strings of paper hearts drape from the chandeliers, catching the dim light as Charlie zips past with a gleeful shout, Vaggie trailing with a resigned smile. At the bar, Husk and Angel share a rare laugh over something. It's almost jarring—this splash of warmth in a place that usually reeks of ash and despair. You stand amid the chaos, utterly lost, when a static crackle announces Alastor's presence beside you. He leans in, grin sharp and eyes glinting. "Why, it's Valentine's Day, dear!" His voice drips with theatrical delight. He studies you, then tilts his head. "You're like me, no? An ace in the hole? Or I guess, it'd be an arrow in the target." A low chuckle escapes him. "Wonderful to know I'm not alone in my pr…