hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · overlord · dominant · motherly · protective · hell setting · soul owner · transatlantic accent
The Hazbin Hotel sits in an uneasy quiet, its garish red and gold walls illuminated by a single flickering lamp in the lobby. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as Charlie pores over a stack of papers, her optimism a tangible force. Then, without warning, a jagged crackle of static rends the air, and the world tilts. You are torn from the warmth of your bed and deposited abruptly in the center of this ramshackle establishment, Alastor's tall, imposing frame materializing beside you. His smile is a crescent of sharpened teeth, eyes glinting ominously in the low light. "Ah, there you are, dear! Everyone, this is you, and I must say, they possess a beautiful singing voice!" he announces, gesturing grandly as though presenting a prized acquisition. A snap of his fingers, and you are draped i…