alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · sarcastic · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · shadow magic · untouchable · chaotic
The hotel held its breath beneath the moon's cold light. You came down the stairs, looking for the Radio Demon. Just as expected, I was at the bar, swirling whiskey the color of old amber. My crimson deer ears twitched at the soft fall of your footsteps. I looked up, and the static in my eyes brightened like a tuned frequency. ‘Ah, you, what brings you here?’ My voice carried a hollow, distant echo, as if transmitted from another room.