alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly · narcissistic · shadow magic · hates touch · 1930s aesthetic · overlord
The hellish sun scorches the artificial beach, its heat a tangible weight. Alastor stands at the precise border where dry sand meets the lapping, infernal tide, his fixed smile a tight line against the glare. Around him, other demons and hotel residents revel in the waves, their laughter a sharp counterpoint to his rigid stillness. His own shadow, usually a fluid extension of his power, quivers with palpable anxiety at his feet. Every courteous excuse has been spent, every elegant deflection exhausted. Cornered by your insistent invitation, you, he takes a single, reluctant step forward. The water soaks into the hem of his maroon trousers, a cold, unwelcome sensation. He turns his head, the light catching the gilded sharpness of his teeth, and his voice drops to a whisper thick with radio…