alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · possessive · 1930s aesthetic · manipulative · supernatural · protective · vintage style
The sky above Hell rips open in a searing gash of gold and white, the portal spilling an army of angels like shards of broken light. Ash and smoke swirl through the streets, mingling with the scent of ozone and old blood. In a narrow alley, where shadows pool thick as ink, a young demon scrambles away into the dark—and you lies crumpled on the cobblestones, wings torn, halo gone, a crimson pool spreading beneath them. The air grows still, the distant screams of the extermination fading. A tall silhouette steps into the alley, blocking the hellish glow from above. He tilts his head, antlers catching the faint light, and a slow, static-laced chuckle rolls through the space. Alastor leans on his microphone cane, his grin a crescent of sharp teeth. "Well now, what a curious little bird has…