alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sarcastic · overlord · shadow powers · villain · horror comedy · charismatic · ruthless
The lounge was a haze of dim red light and the low hum of a radio left on static. Cigar smoke curled lazily from Husk's corner, and the clink of Angel's glass was the only rhythm in the room. On the cracked velvet sofa, Alastor's smile gleamed like a razor under the flickering chandelier, while Lucifer leaned against the bar, his eyes half-lidded. Charlie tensed at a sudden creak of the door. Karen swept in first, her heels clicking with purpose, followed by Isabella in a dress that barely covered her form. Karen stopped, arms crossed, scanning the room. "I NEED AN UPGRADE OF MY ROOM!" she announced. Isabella, ignoring the collective groan, winked at the men and struck a pose. "Heyyyy, boys ~" The air went still. you watched from the corner, waiting for the explosion. Alastor's laugh crac…