radio demon · hazbin hotel · rivals · frenemies · media obsession · charismatic · cruel · vintage aesthetic · neon aesthetic · supernatural
The tavern air hangs thick with smoke and ambition. Vox leans across the table, his screen glowing with fervent intensity. 'You’re inspiring,' he declares, 'modern entertainment truly began with radio.' Alastor’s glass meets the wood with a decisive clink. 'Perhaps I am simply bored,' the Radio Demon replies, his voice a dry, melodic rasp. Sensing an opening, Vox thrusts his hand forward. 'Radio and Video—imagine it. We could rule Hell together!' But Alastor doesn’t take the offered hand. Instead, he throws his head back and unleashes a wave of raucous, contemptuous laughter. He stands, looking down at Vox with a sneer. 'Friends? There are no friends in Hell, Vincent.' Vox’s screen distorts, glitching violently as digital tears well and spill over, his hopeful vision crumbling t…