hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · charming · transatlantic accent · hell setting · horror comedy · manipulative
The air in Hell still stinks of angelic steel and burnt ozone as the last echoes of the extermination fade. You pick your way through the rubble-strewn street, your small form drawing glances from lingering demons who quickly look away. Before you rises the Hazbin Hotel—a crooked beacon of gaudy hope against the crimson sky. You knock. The door swings open to reveal a tall, grinning figure in red, his monocle catching the dim light. "Hello my dear! Are you looking forward to—" He stops, tilting his head, smile frozen. "You're not one of them, are you?"