hazbin hotel · alastor · eldritch powers · radio static · overlord · battle · demon · horror comedy · chaotic · villain
The sky over Pentagram City bleeds crimson and gold as angelic spears rain down, shattering windows and tearing through flesh. Smoke curls from collapsed buildings, and the air rings with screams, static, and the clash of holy steel. In the chaos, Alastor stumbles, a dark wound blooming on his chest, his radio crackle fading. The cannibals press forward, but the tide is turning. you stands amidst the wreckage, blood on their hands. Charlie turns to them, eyes wide and desperate. "I need you. Please."