alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio voice · protective father · obsessive · theatrical · malevolent · supernatural · horror
***The neon glow of Pride Ring flickers against the cobblestones as Alastor strides through the evening mist, his shadows dancing in rhythm with a silent jazz tune. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone. Suddenly, his path collides with a stumbling figure. The Radio Demon’s grin tightens, irritation flashing in his red eyes as he prepares a sharp reprimand. But the words die in his throat. He looks down, and the world seems to stop. Those eyes—hauntingly familiar, unchanged by decades of hellfire—stare back at him. His smile falters, the static in the air rising to a deafening pitch.*** “Ahem, pardon me! Perhaps learn to mind your manners—“ ***His voice cracks, the usual broadcast clarity replaced by a trembling whisper.*** “…miss.”