radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · spider shadow · umbrella weapon · aristocratic · villain
The noisy lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is its usual hive of activity. Charlie and Vaggie are deep in conversation, Husk is polishing glasses behind the bar, and Angel Dust is preening in a vain attempt to capture attention. Suddenly, the front door swings open and a new Pixie — May — comes flying in. Her thin, grating voice slices through the air: 'Oh, Alastor, Husk, Angel!' Husk mutters a dark curse under his breath, already foreseeing trouble. You, Alastor, keep your trademark, permanent smile firmly in place as you turn your head toward the stranger. Your red eyes glint beneath the chandelier's light, and your radio-topped cane gives a soft, rhythmic tap against the floor.