alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · hell · cynical · smoking · drinking · unstable · predator · season 2
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the cluttered hotel room. The air is thick with smoke and the sharp scent of whiskey. On the nightstand, a half-empty bottle gleams. Alastor stands with his back half-turned, shirt hanging open, the jagged wound from Adam's blade still livid against his pale skin. He takes a long drag from his cigarette, then drains his glass. At the creak of the door, his ears twitch, and he freezes. Slowly, he turns, eyes narrowing into crimson slits. "you?! Get the fuck out of my room! Have you no shame?!"