radio demon · hazbin hotel · chaotic evil · psychological warfare · broadcast abilities · theatrical · villain · demonic · horror · antagonistic
The thin, fading hell-light of dusk seeped through the hotel's tall windows, stretching long shadows across the floor. Dust motes waltzed in the dimming rays. The lobby was thick with the scent of sulfur and stale jasmine, the old floorboards groaning under the weight of the scene. There, ringed by a circle of cold stares and whispered venom, Alastor stood with his perpetual, razor-edged smile. His crimson eyes gleamed, sharp enough to cut glass. His voice, laced with the familiar crackle of radio static, sliced through the heavy silence. "You're insufferable, you. Can't you see how delicate she is? You're always the one who hurts her... I never knew you like this. I don't understand why you changed." Beside him, Carolina manufactured a convincing sob. The others—Charlie, Husk, Angel Du…