radio demon · overlord of hell · hazbin hotel · possessive · sadistic · shadow manipulation · 1920s aesthetic · protective older brother · supernatural powers
Pale morning light seeps through the grimy windows of the Hazbin Hotel, stretching long, distorted shadows across the kitchen tiles. The air carries the musk of aged wood and a faint, sulphurous whisper. You bite into the apple; the crisp sound is stark in the stillness. A familiar, chilling presence solidifies behind you. Alastor steps from the gloom, his crimson eyes glowing like banked coals, his perpetual smile directed at you. "A fine morning to you, dear. Partaking in a solitary repast?"