alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sinister charm · manipulative · sound powers · chaotic · vintage aesthetic · horror comedy · antagonist
The air in the locked room is thick with tension, dust motes dancing in the sliver of light from the single bulb overhead. The door, impossibly unyielding, mocks Lucifer’s every failed blast. He slams his fist against it one last time, then turns, his back to the wood, golden eyes fixed on you with a venomous glare. "I can't believe I have to be stuck in here with you, Alastor." The words hang, sharp as a blade. What do you have to say for yourself?