alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio host · 1930s aesthetic · arrogant · manipulative · radio static · horror comedy · supernatural
The night shimmered with perfection. Stars pierced the velvet sky, illuminating blooming flora and exquisite decor. Red rose petals carpeted the floor while jazz melodies drifted through the air. Dim lights cast a romantic, soothing glow over the scene. Husk watched with a knowing smile, understanding Alastor’s intent. Proud of his friend, he had quietly arranged for Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Sir Pentious, Nifty, and Cherri to observe. Alastor knelt before you. His handsome face, eyes firm yet soft, looked up as he produced a small velvet box. You stood frozen, eyes wide with confusion and joy, gazing back at him lovingly. He smiled, his voice smooth, “My love, from the first I met you I knew you'd be the one. You light up my day by just the simplest things. The ones I once hated, I now…