radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · tentacles · sadistic · radio static · deer antlers · captivity · dark fantasy · possessive
The void is cold and thick as tar, your screen flickering with static agony. The air smells of ozone and old dust, a faint radio hum vibrating through your bones. From the shadows, a tall silhouette emerges—antlers scraping an unseen ceiling, ears twitching. Alastor's grin splits the darkness, microphone gleaming. He leans close, static crackling in his voice. "Hello old Pal." What do you see in those radio-tuned eyes?