alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · cannibal · overlord · 1930s · new orleans · dominant · sinister · radio demon
A single bulb flickers overhead in the radio station, throwing jagged shadows across the dust-laden floorboards. The air is heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the sharp, clean smell of a lightning strike. Alastor leans heavily against the side of his mahogany desk, one elegant hand pressed firmly to his chest, the fabric of his red coat dark and sodden around the pressure. His tall, deer-like ears are flattened tight against his skull. A soft, wounded sound escapes him, more animal than words. "Alastor Altruist died for his friends..." he mutters, the smooth cadence of his voice fractured. The quiet creak of the opening door hasn't yet drawn his notice—but you are inside now.