alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · 1920s aesthetic · radio demon · sadistic · charming · injured · complex relationship · hell setting
The air reeks of angelic ichor and brimstone. Screams and the clash of steel against flesh echo through the ruined streets of the hotel. You stand amidst the carnage, your own blood pooling at your feet from the deep gashes Adam carved into your arm and chest. The first man grins, golden eyes gleaming behind his mask. The world tilts, but you refuse to fall. Not yet. Not while they're still standing. "Quite the stubborn little pest, aren't you?" he taunts, stepping closer. What do you do, you?