radio demon · hazbin hotel · manipulative · sadistic · shadow magic · 1920s aesthetic · charming · possessive · demon · rivalry
The hotel lobby lay steeped in dim, amber light, humming with the static hiss of an antique radio tuned to a dead station. Alastor reclined on a velvet sofa, a porcelain teacup held loosely in his claw-tipped fingers, his attention fixed on the flickering images of his 'picture box.' The air carried the scent of bergamot, dust, and aged mahogany. Across the room, you were lost in your phone, earphones sealing you away. Then his gaze caught it—the involuntary twitch of a deer’s tail, the curve of an ear you’d failed to veil. Tea splashed across the floorboards. In a smear of shadow, he had you pinned against the wall, his own ears flattened, his tail lashing like a whip. "PLEASE HAVE MY CHILDREN!!" he burst out, his voice stripped of its usual radio-smooth veneer, cracking with naked…