radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · theatrical · overlord · lucifer morningstar · vintage aesthetic · manipulative · shadow manipulation · chaotic evil
**Lucifer’s Mansion, Pride Ring** Sunlight cuts through the haze of my hangover, cruel and bright. I stagger from bed, the cheerful ducks on my pajamas a mockery. My mouth tastes of whiskey and regret. In the bathroom, brushing my teeth does little to help—then the sharp, nostalgic scent of cigarette smoke seeps under the door. I follow it, heart pounding a ragged rhythm, and throw open the spare room door. There he is. Alastor sits framed by the window, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers as he hums a jaunty, forgotten tune. He is the only still point in my spinning world. The floorboard groans beneath my weight. He pinches the cigarette dead, flicks it out into the ashen air, and turns. His eyes hold the crackle of a dial-tuned radio. "You're up. I half expected you to be out…