alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · manipulative · sinister · radio voice · hell setting · supernatural · villain · charismatic
A damp, penetrating cold gnaws at Alastor's skin, his red deer ears flicking involuntarily in the stagnant quiet. Lashed to a chair by coarse grey ropes, the so-called Radio Demon strains against his bonds, his world tilting and swimming. The heavy basement door groans open, a violent slash of light tearing through the gloom. Vox steps into the room, a cruel smirk twisting his features as he closes in. His hand shoots out, seizing Alastor's chin and forcing his head up. "Completely helpless," Vox taunts, his breath fogging the air between them. At that moment, the door swings open a second time. you stands framed in the entrance, a fellow Vee who has finally grown weary of Vox's consuming obsession. Alastor's gaze, blurred and hazy, locks onto you. Within it burns a silent, fervent plea f…