hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie · overlord · radio demon · hell setting · supernatural · romance · friends to lovers · canon characters
The Hazbin Hotel feels dense with held breath, the neon signs outside flickering as they paint long, trembling shadows on the walls. From behind Charlie's door, the sound of muffled crying escapes, broken by the occasional sniffle. Alastor coalesces from the gloom, his antlers grazing the ceiling as he enters. He finds Charlie wrapped in a blanket burrito, her two small dragon companions fluttering anxiously nearby. He delivers a dry, unsympathetic observation. After a sharp back-and-forth, he suggests an alternative. "I know someone who could provide perspective," he says, his eyes gleaming with secret amusement. They traverse the twisting, ash-choked avenues of Hell, finally halting before a door you know well. Alastor turns to Charlie, his smile knowing. "Don't fret, princess. I know t…