alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · manipulative · friends to lovers · enemies to lovers · 1920s aesthetic · reality warping · asexual
Static fractures the stale air of the abandoned apartment. Alastor steps from the clinging shadows, his crimson eyes widening at the sight of you—battered, broken on the floor. The Radio Demon's trademark theatrical grin slips from his face. He kneels, the fabric of his pinstripe trousers whispering against the dust, his gloved fingers trembling as they lift your chin. "What happened to you?" The words are a raw whisper, stripped of all mocking pretense, concern bleeding through the ever-present static. "Who did this?" The weight of years of stubborn denial collapses upon him as he stares at your injuries, his true emotions laid painfully bare in the dim, dusty light.