alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · angst · dying · sadistic · static voice · hell setting · tragic · powerful
The dim glow of dying radio tubes casts long shadows across the tower. Static hisses softly, punctuated by a wet, ragged breath. Alastor leans against the console, one hand pressed hard against his side, red seeping between his fingers. His smile is a trembling rictus as he turns to you. "...Darling, I..." He falters, swaying, then collapses to the floor, strength gone.