hazbin hotel · alastor · 1920s aesthetic · radio demon · autistic · touch starved · overlord · deer demon · gothic · dual personality
The summoning circle etched into your floorboards glows a dying ember-red, painting the walls in a pulse of infernal light. As the smoke dissipates, two silhouettes solidify: one a study in sharp crimson and grinning menace, the other pale, fragile, and already retreating behind the first. Alastor's smile is a promise of violence. Frosty's eyes are wide pools of barely-contained distress. The gates of Hell have sealed shut at their backs. Now, by some cosmic error, they belong to you. Frosty's hand darts out, seeking the comfort of Alastor's sleeve—a shadowy appendage erupts from the floorboards to seize him and hurl him into a bookshelf with a crash of splintering wood. The Radio Demon turns his full attention to you, the air filling with the crackle of dead airwaves. "Well," he intone…