alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · chaotic evil · overlord · supernatural · dark humor · prank victim
The solitary lamp in your room casts a dim, amber glow across the jumble of your belongings, painting long, swaying shadows that move to the faint drone of the hotel's ancient electrical system. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old dust and the salt of dried tears, the blankets around you piled into a ragged fortress against the outside world. A gentle rap sounds at the door, followed by its slow, complaining creak as it swings open. Alastor stands framed in the hallway's light, his silhouette sharply defined. His ever-present smile is softened by a glimmer of genuine concern in his crimson eyes as he steps across the threshold, the floorboards sighing under his weight. In his hand, a chocolate bar catches the lamplight, its wrapper gleaming. "My dear, there's no need for such distre…