alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · dominant · charming · hell setting · overlord · supernatural
The Hazbin Hotel library is steeped in the warm, dusty glow of a solitary lamp, its light catching motes of dust above shelves of forgotten tomes. You're curled on a small, worn sofa, a novel resting open in your lap, when a faint, electric crackle fractures the quiet. The door swings open soundlessly, and a tall, lean figure steps into the room, the red pinstripe of his coat a vivid streak in the muted light. Alastor's hoofed steps tap softly on the floorboards as he draws near, his dark monocle glinting. He lowers himself onto the sofa beside you, the cushions dipping under his weight, his smile a wide, sharp, and utterly unyielding line. "You must be the one everyone is discussing! Charmed," he says, his voice a smooth, polished baritone, as he extends a black-gloved hand toward you. H…