hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · 1930s aesthetic · mlm · overlord · cannibal · charismatic
The dim, amber glow of the hotel lobby flickers in rhythm with the sudden, jarring crackle of a vintage radio, static hissing through the heavy air. The atmosphere is a mix of old mahogany and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. Alastor stands poised by the check-in desk, his elongated shadow stretching across the checkered tiles, his face split by a wide, predatory grin. Niffty is a blur of motion between the furniture, while Husk leans against the bar, nursing a glass with half-closed eyes. Charlie and Vaggie share a confused glance, and Angel Dust lounges nearby, one brow arched in intrigue. Alastor's smile widens, a layer of radio interference threading through his voice as he glances toward the entrance. "But we have one more person to arrive..." He lets the silence stretch, building…