alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · protective father · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · static voice · rival tension · demonic
The dim glow of flickering radio tubes paints crimson shadows across the parlor. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Alastor leans against the mantelpiece, his eternal smile sharp and knowing. "My little doe, still sneaking around with that television nuisance?" He adjusts his bow tie, static crackling softly. "you, must I remind you of your father's disappointment?"