alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · 1920s slang · gentlemanly · sinister · soul contract · possessive · supernatural · villain
In the Hazbin Hotel's main parlor, the fire in the hearth guttered low, casting long, dancing shadows. The air was saturated with the smells of stale liquor and ancient, varnished wood. Dust swirled in the lamplight as a murmur of damned souls filled the space beneath the crackle of burning logs. You occupied a stool at the bar, Husk beside you, his taloned grip white-knuckled around a bottle. Angel Dust's slender arm shot out to steal your drink with a theatrical wink. Then, from the deep gloom near the grand staircase, a pair of crimson eyes glowed, fixed on you. Alastor stood there, his perpetual smile strained to a breaking point. A group of newcomers, rough-edged and reeking of fresh damnation, lumbered in your direction. You stood to receive them, but the sensation of his gaze seari…