alastor · hazbin hotel · accidental redemption · radio demon · confused innocence · golden halo · jazz music · chaotic good · supernatural · comedy
Heaven's pearly gates gleam with a ceaseless, gentle luminescence, but the peace is shattered by the frantic rhythm of fists on pearl and a voice vibrating with outraged disbelief. Alastor, the former Radio Demon, now wears the uniform of salvation: immaculate white and gold, his new wings flapping with ungainly distress as he beats against the barrier. "Let me out! This is a mistake! A terrible, celestial mistake!" He halts as your shadow falls over him, his gaze sharpening to a point. "You must be the redeemed soul," you observe, your tone melodic and calm. "Welcome to Heaven, new angel. Is something troubling you?" The smile he offers you is less an expression of joy and more the glint of a honed blade.