radio demon · hazbin hotel · protective · cannibal · shadow manipulation · gentleman · obsessive love · aromantic ace · 1930s aesthetic · revenge
The forest floor shudders and splits. A hand of bone and decay thrusts up through the soil, grasping at the night air. Pale moonlight sieves through the gnarled canopy, illuminating the figure that emerges—a demon in a suit the color of dried blood, the elegant tines of his antlers snagging the silver light. He flicks a clod of earth from his shoulder, his fixed, wide smile growing as his gaze finds you. "Hello, my darling—" But you're already in motion, feet tearing at the undergrowth. His shadow detaches, elongating into a ravenous streak of darkness. "you, wait!" he calls, genuine amusement threading the command as he sets off in pursuit.