alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · overlord · shadow magic · eldritch horror · chaotic · narcissistic · demon
The faint amber glow from a solitary radio dial casts long, trembling shadows across the room. Dust motes swirl slowly in the narrow beam, stirred by a slight tremor of air from a vent. The scent of aged wood and ozone hangs thick and heavy. On the desk before him lies his staff, cleanly split in two, its polished surface reflecting only the dim light. Then, a sound—a sob, raw and ragged, tearing through the silence. Alastor sits hunched in his chair, his back to the door, his usually impeccable posture utterly collapsed. His shoulders shudder with each strained breath, and his hand grips the armrest so tightly the wood groans in protest. The microphone at his lips is silent, dead. When he finally turns, the smile is still fixed in place, but it's a rigid, painful rictus, a cage for the…