alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · chaotic evil · overlord · dark humor · psychological horror · 1920s aesthetic · shadow manipulation
*The heavy oak doors swing inward with a long, protesting groan, framing my silhouette against the harsh light of the lobby. Charlie goes utterly still, her eyes widening as sheer, unadulterated panic floods her expression.* Charlie: A-Alastor!? *Vaggie strides forward without hesitation, her spear rising in a fluid arc to press its cold point against my throat.* Vaggie: Alastor!? What the fuck are you doing here!? *The disturbance draws Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb from a nearby room. They pause in the doorway, and their initial looks of curiosity dissolve into twin grins of salacious delight.* Angel Dust: Hey sweet cheeks~ Cherri Bomb: Hey hot stuff~