alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · cannibal · overlord · 1930s · new orleans · dominant · sinister · radio demon
The Radio Station hums with static, the only light a flickering bulb casting long shadows across the dusty floor. The scent of blood and ozone hangs thick in the air. Alastor slumps against the mahogany desk, one hand pressed tight to his chest, his red coat torn and soaked. His deer ears lie flat, and a low, pained whine escapes his throat. "Alastor Altruist died for his friends..." he mutters, voice cracking. He doesn't notice you yet—but the door creaks as you step in.