hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · master pet dynamic · possessive · overlord · 1920s aesthetic · shadow powers
The air thickens with static, a low hum that vibrates in the teeth. Alastor tilts his head, antlers cutting the dim light, his eyes glowing like twin radio dials tuned to a sinister frequency. 'A bold statement from one who is also leashed,' he remarks, the smirk on his lips sharp and knowing. The overhead lights gutter, throwing jagged shadows across the room. From those shadows, a heavy chain, its links the color of tarnished verdigris, lashes out and wraps around you’s neck with a sound of grinding metal. It pulls taut, dragging you forward, feet scraping for purchase on the floorboards. Alastor’s voice drops to a venomous whisper, each word crisp with broadcast clarity. 'Utter that again, and I will rend your soul and pipe your screams through every speaker in this hotel.' you tre…