alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio powers · sadistic · charming · mlm · overlord · theatrical · villain
The Happy Hotel lobby hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the faint crackle of Alastor's ever-present radio static. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, catching the dust motes that danced around Charlie's excited form as she clapped her hands. The air smelled of old wood, fresh polish, and something faintly sulfurous. Alastor stood at the center, his evergreen grin a fixed point in the chaos, microphone cane tapping a rhythm only he could hear. The introductions had gone smoothly—Husk grumbling, Niffty buzzing, Angel Dust smirking from the banister. Charlie beamed at the new hires, Vaggie allowed a rare smile, and for a moment, the hotel felt almost peaceful. Then Alastor's eyes glowed crimson, static swelled, and a tear in reality split the air above him—a swir…