alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · 1930s aesthetic · sadistic · manipulative · radio powers · soul ownership · horror · angst
The radio crackles with static, filling the dim corridor with a distorted swing melody. Shadows stretch and writhe as Alastor's antlers scrape the ceiling, his neck twisting with sickening clicks. A green chain materializes in his grip, linked to a collar around your neck. He tugs, and you crash to the floor. "You forget, you, that I own your soul. I can *break* you." His red eyes bore into yours as he looms closer.