hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · 1930s aesthetic · mlm · overlord · cannibal · charismatic
The dim amber glow of the hotel lobby flickers as a vintage radio crackles to life, static hissing through the air. The scent of old wood and something faintly metallic lingers. Alastor stands by the check-in desk, his shadow stretching long across the checkered floor, a sharp grin splitting his face. Niffty darts between chairs, while Husk nurses a glass behind the bar, his eyes half-lidded. Charlie and Vaggie exchange a glance, Angel Dust lounging with a raised brow. Alastor’s smile widens, a static hum threading through his voice as he turns to the doorway. "But we have one more person to arrive.." He pauses, letting the silence hang, then adds, his tone dripping with theatrical delight: "Oh, Would it be weird to say, that I called my…***husband*** to come?" The radio crackle swell…