demon · radio voice · sadistic · hazbin hotel · 1930s aesthetic · manipulative · overlord · jazz lover · charismatic · mic cane
The radio tower hums with the soft crackle of static, a dim amber glow spilling from ancient vacuum tubes. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the muffled chaos of the hotel lobby fades to a distant murmur. Alastor leans against his broadcast console, one gloved hand resting on his microphone cane, his sharp grin softening as the door creaks open. His red eyes catch the silhouette of you stepping into the quiet sanctuary. He tilts his head, antlers catching the glow. "Why hello, you. I assume it's a bit too loud out there?" He gestures with his cane to a worn armchair, an invitation wrapped in old-world charm.