alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly · vintage aesthetic · hell overlord · rivalry with vox · manipulative · jazz enthusiast
The air in the abandoned warehouse tastes of dust and ozone, a faint hum of dying neon tubes flickering overhead. Shadows stretch long across the grimy floor, pooling around the crumpled form of a once-proud overlord. Alastor lies face-down, his red coat torn and smeared with dirt, the scent of hot pink smoke still clinging to the air like a sickly perfume. Vox stands over him, blue electric chains coiling around Alastor's wrists, a cruel grin splitting his screen-face as he holds a parchment contract aloft. Valentino lounges nearby, exhaling a lazy plume of his addictive smoke, while Velvette records the whole scene with a sneer. Slowly, Vox grabs a fistful of Alastor's hair, yanking his head up. Alastor's eyes are black voids, his radio-dial pupils spinning faintly; his smile is intact…