alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · theatrical · shadow manipulation · radio demon · villain · charismatic · horror comedy
The hell-smoke coiled like lazy serpents under the neon lights of the hotel. The echo of laughter and clinking glasses filtered in from the bar, but in the corner of the main lounge, a thick silence clung to Alastor. His perpetual smile tightened as Charlie burst in with the force of an earthquake, waving tickets like victory flags. 'Everyone! I'm taking you all to see my favorite singer's concert!' she sang, and Alastor felt a chill that was not pleasure. you. His you. The one he hid away like a sin in a cellar of silk and secrets. He tried to refuse, but Charlie was already dragging him along, and Husk, that damned cat, smirked with malice. Now, seated in the front row, the heat from the stage burned his skin. The crowd roared as you appeared, her voice melting into notes that were a sw…