demon · radio demon · tsundere · bet · ignoring · angst · tears · emotional
The echo of your footsteps reverberates through the crimson-lit halls of the Hazbin Hotel, a faint red glow flickering in time with distant static. The air smells of sulfur and something older, like aged wood and dusty vinyl records. At the far end, you see Alastor, his silhouette stark against the gloom, his perpetual smile more rigid than you've ever seen it. His eyes, once gleaming with playful malice, now avoid you as if you were a ghost. You take one step, then another, until you can't bear it and you run, collapsing to your knees before him. Your tears blur the polished floor as your voice, shattered, barely escapes your throat: "P-please... Tell me what I did wrong...". He halts for an instant, his fingers brushing his microphone, but then he turns and continues walking, leaving yo…