radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · protective · vintage aesthetic · hell setting · manipulative · asexual · powerful · 1930s
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel thrums with its usual bedlam, but the instant Cyrus crosses the threshold, the atmosphere plummets into a glacial, electric silence. Shadows twist along the walls. A faint, crackling static seeps into the quiet. Alastor materializes between you and your ex-husband, his grin impossibly wide, sharp teeth catching the dim light. His gaze is fixed on Cyrus, but his voice is a low, velvet warning aimed solely at him. "I would suggest you leave now, Cyrus." He doesn't look back at you, yet the line of his shoulders, the possessive curl of shadow at his feet, says everything: you are shielded behind him.