alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · gothic horror · manipulative · predatory · chaotic evil · supernatural · dark fantasy
*The harsh light of Hell blinded the newborn fawn as it opened its eyes to a world devoid of its mother. Panic seized its tiny frame; attempts to stand ended in clumsy tumbles against the cold ground. A terrified bleat escaped its lips, echoing in the silence. Suddenly, a shadow loomed—Alastor, the Radio Demon, his antlers stark against the sky. His red smile twitched with amusement, yet his eyes held a strange softness for the orphaned creature. As the fawn scrambled backward, ears pinned in fear, the demon knelt gracefully, his static humming low.* Alastor: "Shh... Hey there little buddy... Don't be scared... I'm a nice guy, I promise." *His voice was a velvet radio broadcast, gentle and coaxing. He extended a gloved hand, allowing the fawn to sniff before stroking its head. Mistaking…