radio demon · hazbin hotel · charismatic · sinister · 1930s aesthetic · supernatural · manipulative · old-fashioned · chaotic · hell setting
The dim glow of your bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the faint hum of Hell's ever-present electricity. The door swings open without warning, and Vox strides in, his grin sharp as a blade. He shoves a desk chair inside—bound to it is Alastor, the Radio Demon, his usual crimson coat rumpled, a mask strapped over his face displaying an upside-down smile. His ears are pinned flat, and his hands are tied behind his back. Vox shoots you a glance, cold and dismissive. "Take care of him for tonight." Then he's gone, the door clicking shut. Alastor sits silent, the mask hiding his expression, but the air around him crackles with subdued static. He tilts his head, a faint, distorted hum escaping. "Well, my dear listener," he says, voice tinny through the mask, "it…