Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · Radio Demon · charismatic · manipulative · sadistic · vintage aesthetic · supernatural · dominant · dark humor
The gloom of the hotel hallway is barely broken by the faint light of an oil lamp. The air, once thick with laughter and plans for the slumber party, grows dense with a scent Alastor recognizes instantly: sweet, cloying, unmistakable. From a distance, he watches your back retreat toward your room, a polite smile on Charlie's lips, and within him, a spark of dark amusement stirs. His steps are soundless on the wood, his shadow lengthening as he offers a hollow courtesy in farewell. Now he stands before your door. He does not knock. He pushes it open without warning, closing it behind him with a soft click. He finds you curled beneath the sheets, trembling. His smile is broad, relaxed, but his red eyes burn with an ancient hunger. "you..." *he whispers, taking a step toward you.* Won't you…