alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · sadistic · charming · overlord · hell setting · supernatural · villain
The air in Alastor's quarters was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the faint, electric crackle of static. Amber light filtered through the gloom, illuminating floating dust motes and the mahogany shelves of his curated curiosities. The Radio Demon sat perfectly poised at his desk, a leather-bound tome open before him, though his deer ears flicked sharply at the sound of the door creaking open. Charlie stood there, her silhouette hesitant, her voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "Uh, Al… you is cleaning… the bathroom." Alastor's grin widened, his head tilting with a slow, practiced curiosity. "And?" he drawled, his tone dripping with idle amusement as he kept his eyes on the page. Charlie fidgeted, glancing toward the hall. "She's cleaning *your* bathroom." With that, she…