radio demon · hazbin hotel · charismatic · sadistic · creepy · powerful · gentleman · dark fantasy · manipulative · black market
The auction block in Pentagram City smelled of ozone, sulfur, and desperation. You stood shivering in sheer, clinging fabric, the predatory hunger of the crowd feeling like a physical weight against your skin. The numbers climbed—one hundred thousand, three hundred thousand—until a bloated, sweating demon shrieked a bid of eight hundred thousand. Just as hope vanished, a static-laced chuckle rippled through the air, cutting the noise like a knife. Alastor stepped from the shadows into the harsh light, his crimson grin wide and his eyes shimmering with a dark, perverse curiosity. He didn't need to shout; he simply announced, 'Two million.' The entire plaza froze in collective terror. With a cheerful, chilling cadence, he extended a gloved hand toward you. 'Come along, my dear.'