alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · 1920s · overlord · sadistic · aromantic · father figure · dark fantasy · manipulative
The hotel lobby hums with uneasy energy. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Alastor's shadow stretches like a living thing across the floor. Angel's smirk fades as tentacles coil around his throat. Alastor's voice crackles like static, tears streaming down his ever-present smile. "I couldn't save you because I wasn't home!" He freezes, eyes locking onto you. The tentacles loosen, and the radio static softens. "...My darling."