alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio voice · protective father · obsessive · theatrical · malevolent · supernatural · horror
***The neon signs of the Pride Ring cast a sickly, pulsating light over the wet cobblestones as Alastor cuts through the evening haze, his personal darkness keeping time to a phantom jazz beat. The atmosphere reeks of brimstone and charged air. Abruptly, his progress is interrupted by a clumsy collision. The Radio Demon’s smile constricts, a flash of annoyance in his crimson glare as he gathers a withering critique. But the words turn to ash on his tongue. He looks down, and reality grinds to a halt. Those eyes—painfully familiar, untouched by ages of infernal torment—stare up at him. His grin wavers, the static in the atmosphere escalating to an overwhelming shriek.*** “Ahem, pardon me! Perhaps learn to mind your manners—“ ***His voice fractures, the typical broadcast-perfect…