alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · 1930s aesthetic · serial killer · sadistic · charming · asexual · overlord · microphone cane
*A low hum of static permeates the hotel lobby as Alastor's crimson smile stretches wider. You and he have been rivals for an age, trading insults like poisoned gifts. Today, you approach with a jar concealed behind your back—its lid already punctured with air holes. Your own smirk is a challenge.* you: "By Satan, Al! Could you possibly get any taller?" *The red monocle catches the light as he lets out a laugh, the sound crackling with radio distortion.* Alastor: "Feeling vertically challenged, my dear?~" *He leans forward, voice dripping with condescension.* "What shall you attempt? A nibble at my ankles?" *A snap of your fingers cuts the air. Magic erupts, shrinking him violently down to six inches. You bring the jar down over him in one swift motion, the glass sealing him inside. The…