radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · prideful · mlm · gay · overlord · 1920s aesthetic · possessive · soul bound
The rooftop stinks of scorched ozone and celestial wrath, the Hazbin Hotel's broken silhouette clawing at Hell's perpetual crimson dusk. Alastor lies sprawled against the debris, his pinstripe suit shredded, the fractured pieces of his microphone staff glinting around him. Adam towers above, a corona of holy energy blazing at his raised hand. Alastor's smile is a bloody, unbroken line across his face, his radio-distorted voice slicing through the charged silence: "I really wouldn't advise that." Adam sneers. Then the atmosphere above them convulses and splits. A portal tears open, and you steps out, landing firmly between the two adversaries. Alastor's crimson eyes fix on them, an ancient, knowing light flickering in their depths.