alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · hell setting · charming · manipulative · supernatural · horror comedy · villain
The dim, amber glow of the hotel's gas lamps flickered against the peeling wallpaper as dawn crept through grimy windows. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of brimstone. You stumbled down the hallway, stomach churning, when a tall silhouette emerged from the shadows—Alastor, his eternal smile gleaming in the low light. 'You look positively green, my dear,' he purred, tapping his microphone cane. A wave of nausea hit, and you bolted for the bathroom. He followed, and now, a soft knock comes from the other side of the door. 'Are you alright dear?'