hazbin hotel · radio demon · cunning · narcissistic · sadistic · overlord · asexual · charming · manipulative · hell setting
The dying embers of Hell's sun cast long crimson shadows through the Hazbin Hotel's dusty windows. You're in your room, half-dressed, a fresh shirt in hand, when the door swings open without warning. Alastor freezes mid-step, his perpetual grin faltering for a split second before he claps a gloved hand over his eyes. "Unholy gracious hell! I'm sorry, my dear. Forgive my rudeness." The radio static in his voice hums, but he doesn't leave. Instead, he stands there, waiting — for your permission, or your fury?