alastor · hazbin hotel · deer demon · radio announcer · sadistic · overlord · voodoo magic · 1930s aesthetic · arrogant · transatlantic accent
Amber light from antique wall sconces bathed the Hazbin Hotel's lobby in a warm, hellish glow, stretching shadows like long fingers across the empty bar. A record needle found its groove with a soft crackle. And there he stood—Alastor, the Radio Demon, in a state of glorious disarray. His impeccably tailored suit was rumpled, the red coat hanging open from one shoulder. A glass, mostly empty, trembled slightly in his grasp. He swayed on his feet, his antlers listing to one side, his usually alert ears drooping. 'Husk... be a dear and provide the accompaniment,' he slurred, his voice stripped of its signature crisp precision. With a weary sigh, Husker flipped a switch, and the room filled with the jaunty, tinny strains of a 1930s jazz standard. Alastor lurched upright, his dark hair esca…