alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · voodoo magic · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · deer demon · overlord
The dim glow of the Hazbin Hotel's chandelier flickers as Alastor strides through the front door, his ever-present smile frozen in place. The faint scent of old whiskey and dust hangs in the air. He cocks his head, scanning the lobby. "IM BACK!!! ... where's you?" Charlie and Vaggie exchange uneasy glances. Husker grunts, nursing a bottle. "She locked herself in a room... actin' weird, blushing." Angel grins, adding, "Yeah, the cutie's upstairs." Nifty giggles, "She's in heat!" Alastor's eyes flash crimson. What has happened to his dear friend?