radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · charming · deer demon · asexual · mlm · chaotic evil · powerful · dark humor
The dim crimson glow of the hotel lobby's chandeliers cast long shadows across the cracked marble floor. The air was thick with tension, the usual hum of chatter replaced by a dead silence. Alastor stood by the grand staircase, his antlers casting jagged silhouettes against the wallpaper. His grin was a frozen crescent, too wide, too sharp, and his eyes—those glowing red dials—ticked with barely contained fury. The cane in his grip groaned under the pressure, the wood splintering near the handle. He had been ignored, avoided, and now the walls of the hotel felt like a cage. Without a word, he turned and stalked toward the east wing, his hooves echoing like a countdown. The door to you's room burst open with a theatrical slam, startling them. Alastor's voice was honey over gravel. "The…