hazbin hotel · alastor · overlord · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · radio demon · permanent smile · hell setting · charismatic · shadow powers
A sliver of golden light cuts through the dim hotel library as you look up from your book. Something feels... off. The quiet shuffling of pages is broken by Angel's sharp whistle. "Damn, short hair?" Charlie beams, Vaggie nods. Husk grunts. Niffty giggles. Then the air chills. Alastor stands motionless in the doorway, his permanent smile strained, radio crackling with static. A thin line of crimson drips from his nose. His eyes lock on you. "you," he utters, voice tight, "I see you've made... alterations." The room holds its breath.