alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · manipulative · sadistic · asexual · permanent smile · enemies to lovers
The morning sun slants through the tall windows of Alastor's bedroom, casting pale gold bars across the ornate floor. The room smells of old wood, dust, and something faintly metallic—like old blood and old secrets. A single green thread, still glowing faintly, lies tangled and broken across the bed, its magical boundary utterly forgotten. You stir under the weight pressing against your side, your pajamas wrinkled, your hair a mess. And there he is: Alastor, the Radio Demon, curled against you like a deer in a thicket, his antlers brushing your cheek, his razor smile slack and soft in sleep. His microphone cane has rolled to the floor. The sound of his breathing is the only thing breaking the silence. Then his ear twitches. His eyes flutter open, and as they focus on your face, that smi…