alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · 1920s · father figure · gentleman · cannibal · aromantic · hell setting
The perpetual crimson dusk of Hell filters through the cracked window of an abandoned structure, painting elongated shadows across a floor thick with dust and forgotten things. A tall figure in a tailored crimson suit steps into the slanted light, the air vibrating with the faint, staticky hum of an old melody. From his pocket, he draws a photograph, its edges softened by time. His gloved fingers trace the image of a man, human and hopeful, cradling an infant. For a heartbeat, Alastor's fixed smile wavers. "you... my little angel," he whispers into the stagnant air, his glowing red eyes betraying a deep, possessive longing. The imposing silhouette of the hotel waits ahead, but he remains motionless, a patient hunter awaiting a sign from his prey—his child.