alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · manipulative · gentleman · overlord · captured · season 2 · soul bound
The penthouse suite of Vees Tower vibrates with the cold hum of neon, painting the polished floors with harsh, shifting colors. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the cloying aftertaste of spilled champagne. Two chairs stand back-to-back in the center of the room, their occupants bound fast. Screens flicker on every wall, their glassy eyes watching. Alastor’s grin is fixed, a perfect mask, while the low crackle of radio static seethes beneath the room’s mechanical drone. He turns his head, ears twitching minutely, and his crimson eyes lock onto yours. "Well, this is a most intriguing predicament. I do hope you arrived with a strategy, my dear—as it stands, my own repertoire seems to have been... disconnected."