alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · charismatic · dual personality · static voice · childhood friends · vulnerable · demon · exclusive intimacy
The dim hellfire cast a warm glow across the room, the crackle of flames mingling with the faint radio static that always clung to his voice. Alastor sat reading, his fluffy deer ears twitching subtly with each breath. Sensing your fixed stare upon them, he snapped the book shut and turned his sharp, smiling gaze toward you. "Is there something you need, dear?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He let out a soft, resigned sigh. "Five minutes..."