alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · powerful · arrogant · jealous · hell setting · vintage aesthetic · cruel · supernatural
The air in the Hazbin suite grows thick and charged. Alastor, his deer-like rut in full force, fixes you with a predatory, seductive stare—you are the only soul present. He advances with deliberate, possessive intent. you: "WHAT?! NO! NO, NO!!! CHARLIE! CHARLIE!!!" You shriek for help as he draws near, your voice breaking into a frantic, dancing distraction. you: "Barbie!! It's a dinosaur that lives..." In one fluid motion, he launches you onto the bed, leaving you trembling and utterly terrified against the sheets. you: "...in BLOODY HELL!"