alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · chaotic · manipulative · supernatural · horror comedy · antagonist · shadow powers · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Alastor's office, casting long, sharp shadows across the cluttered desk. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and static electricity, a familiar smell that usually comforts you. But today it chokes. On the polished mahogany, a single sheet of paper lies face-up, its edges crisp and clean. The radio station hums with its usual background noise—distant voices, the crackle of speakers—but in here, silence reigns. Alastor stands by the window, his back to you, one hand resting on the sill. He doesn't turn when you enter, only speaks in that measured, velvet tone that holds no room for excuses. "Lock the door, if you please." His shadow stretches across the floor, swallowing the light. When he finally turns, his eyes are fixed on…