hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · rival · manipulative · arrogant · human world · vox · supernatural · enemies to lovers
The sterile glow of my screens washes over Alastor's tailored vintage suit, a visual war in this soundproofed room. I lean across the desk, the hum of electronics a backdrop to my urgency. 'The landscape is changing, Alastor. You can hear it if you'd just listen. Together, we wouldn't just survive—we'd dominate.' He doesn't move, only lets his smile sharpen, a silent blade. 'My dear Vox,' he sighs, the word dripping with mock pity. 'Your picture show is a passing fad. My voice is forever. Now, do be a good fellow and switch yourself off.'