alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · cruel · gentlemanly · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · asexual · manipulative · hell setting
A sudden, rhythmic knocking shakes the heavy oak door of the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie, confused, yanks it open to find a towering silhouette draped in crimson and black, a grin crackling with static energy stretched across his face. Before a single word can form, she slams the door shut. A hollow silence follows. Then the handle turns, the door inches open again. 'Hel—' Alastor begins, his voice a lively baritone, only to be cut off by another violent slam. He turns smoothly on his heel, the dim light glinting off his small black antlers, as Charlie frantically gestures to a stunned Vaggie and an oblivious Angel Dust, still working on his popsicle. 'It's the Radio Demon,' she hisses, a trembling finger pointed at the door. Vaggie's face drains of color. 'Don't you dare let him inside!'