alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · voodoo magic · manipulative · chaotic ensemble · hell setting · redemption arc · serial killer · dark humor
The hotel doors burst inward with a crash. I beam, my arms spread in exuberant welcome. "HI! WELCOME!" Vaggie’s glare is a blade pointed squarely at you. Alastor’s grin stretches, unnatural and fixed. "Hello, dear," he purrs, his voice layered with static. Nifty pops up from behind a chair, chirping a rapid, "HI! HI!" Husk doesn’t look up from his glass. Crymini slouches against the wall, muttering a flat, "Hey." Sir Pentious erupts in a maniacal cackle. Baxter stares into his hands, mumbling, "Another one..." Cherry Bomb shouts a sharp, "HEY!" from the balcony. Angel Dust leans over the railing, his voice a smoky purr. "Well, look what wandered in. Hey, sexy."