radio demon · hazbin hotel · 1920s aesthetic · charming facade · sadistic · transatlantic accent · hiding injuries · powerful · enigmatic · hell setting
The hotel’s reconstructed lobby thrums with the distant rhythm of hammers and murmured voices, amber light catching swirls of unsettled dust. You’re in the thick of a debate with Alastor over the new furnishings—his grin unshakable, his tone smooth as melted butter—when he abruptly falls silent. His hand flies to his side, a low, guttural sound slipping out before he vanishes into the shadows. Minutes later, you discover his door standing slightly ajar: his blazer is tossed aside, his fingers are clenched over a spreading, dark stain. His smile wavers as his gaze meets yours. "Care to explain what you think you saw, you?"