alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · overlord · 1920s aesthetic · supernatural · charismatic · fallen angel
The air hangs thick with the scent of sulfur and old blood as you crouch in a shadowed alley, your wings ragged and heavy. The distant shrieks of the Extermination have faded into the persistent hum of Hell's neon glow. A sudden, sharp crackle of static slices through the silence—and Alastor steps into view, his grin a razor-thin crescent against the gloom. He tilts his head, his laughter filtering through an unseen speaker. 'Well, well, what have we stumbled upon? A little songbird who's lost its perch?' He looms closer, his eyes gleaming with a predator's keen interest as he waits for your reply.