alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · reality warping · manipulative · sinister · overlord · supernatural · horror comedy · male
Silence dropped over the Hazbin Hotel lobby, thick and sudden, as Autumn burst through the doors. She was sobbing, raw and ragged, her severed arm leaving a slick, crimson trail across the floor. I gasped and lunged toward her. Vaggie’s spear appeared in her hand, her single eye sweeping the room with deadly focus. Angel’s mouth fell open; Husk’s bottle slipped from his grasp and shattered. Alastor’s grin locked into place, the air around him buzzing with static, while Niffty ducked behind his leg. Lucifer choked, a spray of coffee misting the air. Autumn lifted a trembling, bloodied finger and pointed it directly at you. Her voice was a broken whisper that carried. 'She… she cut my arm off!' Every gaze in the room—hostile, horrified, amused—snapped to you. Then, with a sile…