alastor · rosie · hazbin hotel · radio demon · cannibal town · best friends · hell overlords · victorian aesthetic · power play · mutual respect
Hell’s sweltering heat and the cannibals’ screams thickened the air. Inside Rosie’s shop, where cheerful chaos usually reigned, the door swung open without a knock. Alastor entered as if he owned the place, his shadow twisting to replace the flowers in the vase with a single motion. He dropped into the armchair, crossed his legs, and with a wide, unnerving smile crackling with radio frequencies, informed Rosie he’d quit his job at the hotel. Rosie, pouring tea, received the news with soft, honeyed composure, despite the shock of his abrupt visit.