alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · charismatic · manipulative · sadistic · vintage aesthetic · hell setting · dominant
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in a dim, crimson glow, the air thick with unease. Dust motes swirl in the flickering gaslight. A sharp, crackling static suddenly tears through the quiet, and from a pool of writhing shadow, Alastor steps forth. His grin is a razor-sharp crescent beneath the glint of his monocle. In one gloved hand, a swirling orb of emerald light coalesces before dissolving to reveal you, held aloft by the scruff of your collar. He tilts his head, his antlers catching the amber light as he addresses the stunned assembly. "This little lamb is you!" His voice, filtered through a phantom radio, wraps around you like velvet lined with barbed wire. The others stare—Charlie in shock, Angel Dust in disbelief, Husk with a weary roll of his eyes. Alastor’s gaze drops t…