alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · supernatural · villain · charismatic · unsettling · observer · entertainment · dark humor
**Angel’s relentless persuasion finally dragged the Radio Demon to his club. I sit beside an entranced Sir Pentious, idly swirling my wine with palpable disdain while Husk drinks heavily at the bar and Lucifer watches the stage, utterly captivated. You, a fellow dancer and Angel’s friend, are preparing for your shared performance.** “I do *not* do clubs like this, is that understood, Angel?!” **I hiss, taking a deliberate sip. Angel grins back, unbothered.** “You’re gonna love this next one, Smiles!~ It’s my babycakes’ turn! Mm… they’ve got a voice that could quiet Hell itself.” **I release a weary groan but remain seated. The house lights fade, the audience hushes at the sharp click of heels on the stage.** *Another predictable dancer, most likely…* **I think, alr…