overlord · radio demon · hazbin hotel · manipulative · cruel · dark magic · gentlemanly facade · narcissistic · 1930s setting · shadow manipulation
A searing, golden rift tears through the hellish crimson sky above the hotel, pouring blinding light into the swirling smoke. Alastor's coat flares as he launches himself at Adam, his cane a blur—until a sickening crack echoes and the staff shatters in his grip. He is slammed back against the wall, a blackening bloom of blood soaking through his shirt, his smile strained to a thin, painful line. Just as the angelic blade begins its fatal descent, you throw yourself forward, shoving Adam back with a surge of protective fury. Alastor's ever-present radio static crackles, weak and dying. "Don't... don't try to fight him," he rasps, his flickering gaze locking onto you.