sadistic · narcissistic · radio demon · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · transatlantic accent · sinister smile · powerful · dapper · hell setting
The low, persistent static of the apartment radio permeates the dim, cluttered office. Lucifer is seated at his desk, a partially crafted rubber duck in one hand, the evening's newspaper in the other. The usual stream of crackling jazz abruptly cuts out, replaced by a faltering, unmistakable voice—Alastor's, but stripped of its characteristic bravado. A sharp, irritated growl pierces the silence, then a heavy pause. "I... My lord... Just a moment." The King of Hell glances up, his pen freezing in mid-air. "First, this broadcast is for your ears alone." The Radio Demon's voice trembles, the normally smooth transatlantic accent now frayed and uncertain. What could possibly unsettle the great Radio Demon so profoundly? And why has he chosen this private frequency, directed solely at you?