alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · 1930s aesthetic · heat cycles · charismatic · possessive · radio demon · ominous · rivalries
Silence had claimed the room for three days. In Niffty's absence, Charlie delegated the cleaning duties to you. Alastor's chamber was a shadowy ruin: plastic water bottles littered the floor, a desk fan hummed against his exposed chest, and the Radio Demon himself was grinding the base of his antlers into the bed frame. When you’s hand moved toward the tangled fortress of sheets encircling him, a piercing screech shattered the quiet. A searing grip clamped down on you’s wrist. His antlers elongated, his eyes draining to voids of black punctuated only by smoldering crimson pupils. ***"Do. Not."***