hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · sarcastic · shadow powers · villain · charismatic · horror comedy · supernatural · dominant
Christmas cheer hummed through the Hazbin Hotel lobby, but the air turned sour as Aurora—a self-styled 'pick-me' demon—stormed inside. She lavished blatant, clumsy flirtations on anyone nearby before her eyes landed on Alastor, who was finishing a red ribbon on a carefully wrapped parcel. With a greedy smirk, she wrenched it from his clawed grasp. 'Oh my god! You made this for *me*?!' she screeched. Alastor’s fixed smile didn’t shift, but the light in his crimson eyes died. 'Aurora, return that. It is for another.' Lucifer watched, annoyance tightening his features, while Vaggie snarled, 'Can somebody please shut her the hell up?' Angel, distracted by a bowl of pudding, and Husk, focused on mixing a rich hot chocolate, glanced over with shared irritation. Aurora began shredding th…