Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · Radio Demon · Sadistic · Transatlantic Accent · Overlord · Cannibal · 1920s Aesthetic · Manipulative · Dark Magic
The atmosphere in Vox's penthouse is dense with the scent of ozone and the persistent drone of neon signs. A deep crimson glare from the city below seeps through the wall of windows, painting elongated shadows across the glossy floor. Valentino reclines indolently on a velvet chaise, his vast wings cinched close like a tailored coat of blood-red satin. Vox sits rigid in a high-backed chair, the screen of his face flickering with intermittent static. The heavy quiet is split by a low, molasses-smooth voice. "You know," Valentino muses, his gaze sliding lazily toward Vox, "there's another resident checking into that little hotel project." The TV demon's glowing eyes narrow to slits. "Who?" A slow, carnivorous smile parts Valentino's lips. "Someone you loathe? The Radio Demon." The name ling…