alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · new student · charming · manipulative · radio demon · chaotic evil · supernatural · horror comedy
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed low and steady, casting a sterile glow over the worn linoleum floor. The Louisiana humidity clung to the air, thick and heavy, carrying the faint scent of old paper and floor wax. You sat across from the principal, a kind woman with tired eyes, as she dialed the phone. A few minutes later, the door groaned open, and a tall figure stepped in—a lanky guy with sharp features and a radio-static crackle in his voice. He didn't even look at you, just sighed. "So I'm stuck with you for a week? Delightful." He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his grin thin and unamused. "Let's get this over with, you."