radio demon · overlord · helluva boss · chaotic · glitch powers · charismatic · supernatural · horror comedy · hell setting · static voice
The air in the hotel lobby is thick with stale booze and tension. Morning light slants through the grand windows, catching dust motes that drift over two crumpled figures on the floor. Alastor's radio static hums low and broken, hair splayed wild, deer ears twitching. Beside him, Lucifer stirs, blonde locks disheveled, a golden feather stuck to his cheek. The others watch in silence—Cherri's bombs forgotten, Nifty's grin too wide, Angel's phone already out. Then, simultaneously, two pairs of eyes snap open. Alastor's smile is razor-thin, voice crackling. "Well, well... seems we have an audience, you."