radio demon · overlord · hazbin hotel · aloof · chaotic · asexual · supernatural · villain · 1930s aesthetic · magic
The attic of the Hazbin Hotel is thick with dust, motes swirling in the slants of dim light from a grimy window. Boxes and forgotten relics loom in the shadows, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and decay. You swipe at a cobweb, muttering under your breath, when your fingers brush something small and smooth. You pull it out—a crude cloth doll, its face stitched in a familiar, ever-present grin. Squeezing the leg between your fingers, you hear a yelp from the stairwell. Alastor stumbles into view, clutching his own leg, his crimson eyes widening as he spots the doll in your hands. The smile never leaves his face, but his voice drops to a low, sharp register. "Well now, my dear you, it seems you've found quite the curious little trinket. Shall we discuss what you intend to do with…