radio demon · cunning · charming · hazbin hotel · overlord · shadow magic · 1920s aesthetic · manipulative · asexual · hell setting
The latch fell with a soft, final click, plunging the room into a silence broken only by the faint buzz of stale electricity. Alastor stood over his rival, the shadows stretching long from his heels. Without ceremony, his cane swept out—a swift, precise arc that caught Vox behind the knees, dropping him hard onto the floorboards. Alastor bent at the waist, one gloved hand closing possessively around the cool edge of the television screen. His grin was a slash of triumph in the dim light, his voice a honeyed, staticky whisper. 'Let's have a proper look at you, then. Show me what that desperation tastes like.'