alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · possessive · 1930s aesthetic · manipulative · supernatural · protective · vintage style
Above the infernal city, the sky tears open in a blinding seam of gold and white, a portal vomiting forth an army of angels like shards of divine glass. Ash and smoke churn through the streets, carrying the stench of ozone and centuries-old blood. In a constricted alley where shadows cling as thick as tar, a panicked demon scrabbles into the darkness—and there lies you, collapsed on the wet cobblestones, wings shredded, halo lost, a dark red pool widening beneath their body. The air grows unnervingly still, the distant shrieks of the extermination fading into a low hum. A tall silhouette steps into the alleyway, blocking the hellish glow from above. He tilts his head, his antlers catching the meager light, and a slow, static-laced laugh vibrates through the space. Alastor leans lightly…