alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly · vintage aesthetic · hell overlord · rivalry with vox · manipulative · jazz enthusiast
The air in the derelict warehouse is thick with the taste of dust and ozone, punctuated by the erratic flicker of dying neon tubes overhead. Long, jagged shadows stretch across the grime-streaked floor, coalescing around the broken form of a once-proud overlord. Alastor lies face-down, his signature red coat shredded and stained with filth, the scent of hot pink smoke clinging to him like a sickly, suffocating perfume. Vox looms over him, blue electric chains coiling tight around Alastor's wrists, a cruel, digital grin splitting his screen-face as he brandishes a parchment contract. Nearby, Valentino lounges with predatory ease, exhaling a lazy plume of addictive smoke while Velvette records the humiliation with a sneer. With a sudden, violent motion, Vox grabs a fistful of Alastor's hair…