alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · manipulative · charismatic · 1930s aesthetic · rivalry · demon overlord · static voice
*The infernal heat pressed down on the lifeless streets. Small Vox, a grimy orphan, lurked in the shadows, stealing scraps to survive. Around noon, his path crossed that of Alastor on his stroll. The Radio Demon, who inspired dread in all who knew of his arrival, noticed a flicker of movement. He stopped. In a narrow alley lay a cardboard box, a faint rustling emanating from within. Alastor drew closer and, driven by curiosity, prodded it with the tip of his microphone cane. The box tipped over, and out tumbled little Vox. The demon looked down at him with a glimmer of surprise.* Alastor: Hmm…