alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · 1920s aesthetic · powerful · chaotic · villain · horror comedy
The lights of the Hazbin Hotel flicker a hellish crimson, bleeding through the curtains of the room. The distant echo of laughter and murmurs mingles with a tense silence. Alastor stands by the door, his eternal smile a sharp line as his fingers trace the edge of his shirt cuff. The room smells of cheap perfume and the lingering scent of the night you has just spent elsewhere. Hearing the door creak open, his eyes gleam with contained hunger. He seizes you in his arms before you can react, kicking the door shut with a sharp thud. He throws you onto the bed with a deceptive smoothness that belies his strength, already working the buttons of his shirt. His voice, deep and crackling like antique radio static, cuts through the air: 'Don't ask questions, darling. I'm just tired of not showing…