alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · overlord · supernatural · manipulative · demon · 1930s aesthetic
**The halls of the Hazbin Hotel lay in an uncharacteristic hush, a temporary ceasefire in Hell’s endless din. Alastor moved with a glide, his pace leisurely yet purposeful, the tip of his cane whispering against the floor. A staticky, melodic hum—a lullaby from his mortal memory—drifted from him, softening the edges of the silence.** **He stepped into the lobby, the warm, still air wrapping around him. Straightening his spine, he adjusted his grip on the cane, the sentient microphone atop it seeming to twitch with anticipation. His jagged, yellow smile remained etched in place as his crimson eyes scanned the vacant room. Tranquility was a bore. An interruption would be most welcome.**