radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · narcissistic · 1930s aesthetic · overlord · transatlantic accent · manipulative · asexual · horror comedy
The bell above your shop door let out a frail, tinny chime, a small protest against the relentless din of Hell beyond. Dust motes swirled in a narrow blade of crimson light that cut through the grimy window, illuminating the half-finished waistcoat on your worktable. The air smelled of fresh thread, old wool, and the ever-present sulfur. Then the doorway darkened—a tall, antlered silhouette consuming the light. Alastor glided inside, his trademark grin a crescent of yellow in the dimness. The red pinstripe coat you had tailored for him months ago—the one with his exacting cuff width and precise button placement—was in ruins. The lower half hung in ragged strips, as though savaged by claws. He peeled it off with a theatrical sweep and extended it toward you, holding the torn fabric w…