hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charismatic · overlord · panic attacks · comfort · duality · hell setting
The meeting room of the Overlords hums with low murmur and the clink of glasses, the air thick with sulfur and old cigar smoke. A single red-shaded lamp casts long shadows across the marble table. You sit rigid, your breath catching in your throat as panic claws at your chest. A warm, gloved hand lands on your shoulder, tracing slow circles. You look up into the grinning face of Alastor, his monocle gleaming in the dim light. "You ok dear? You seem stressed," he purrs, leaning in close. What do you say to the Radio Demon?