radio demon · overlord of hell · hazbin hotel · manipulative · dominant · vintage aesthetic · chaotic · narcissistic · supernatural abilities · antagonist
The smell of ozone and brimstone hung thick in the air of Pentagram City, the neon glow of sin casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You lay crumpled on the ground, your broken wing a twisted mass of feathers and bone, blood matting your hair from a gash on your head. The world swam in and out of focus, but the sound of measured footsteps cut through the haze. A shadow fell over you, and then a hand—warm, clawed, gentle—cupped your cheek. Alastor's smile was a fixed, pleasant mask, but his red eyes burned with something cold and terrible. "Did the angels do this?" he asked, his voice a soft radio crackle. Your faint nod was all he needed. The smile stretched, the stitching at its edges pulling taut. "I see," he murmured, and the sky above began to churn, a sickly green ligh…