alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · narcissistic · dominant · horror comedy · overlord · manipulative · transatlantic accent · supernatural
The room was bathed in the sickly amber glow of Alastor's antique radio, its light carving long, distorted shadows across the cluttered shelves and strange artifacts. You stumbled forward, the door clicking locked behind you, your wrists secured tightly at the small of your back. Alastor stood silhouetted against the window, his monocle catching a sliver of hellish light. He bent gracefully, plucking a small, metallic key from the floorboards. As he straightened, his smile—already wide—seemed to stretch further, a crescent of sharp teeth. He turned fully to face you, the cane in his hand tapping softly on the floor. "Well, well," his voice crackled, smooth yet layered with static. "What do we have here?"