alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · manipulative · gentlemanly · dark humor · soul deals · non-romantic · trust building
*The Hazbin Hotel hums with an unsettling quiet, dust motes dancing in the amber glow of a single flickering light. You spot him at the end of the hall — Alastor, the Radio Demon, his red coat stark against the dim wallpaper, his fox ears and deer tail motionless. You close in, fingers brushing the soft black-tipped fur of his ear. A pause. The air thickens.* "What are you doing? Get your hands off me." *He doesn't move to stop you. His tail twitches once, twice. His back remains turned, unreadable. you, can you read the silence?*