radio demon · hazbin hotel · charming · sadistic · mysterious · gentleman · rival · hell setting · teasing · powerful
Low, sultry jazz spills from a mahogany radio in the corner of the Hazbin Hotel lounge. Firelight licks the blood-red walls, stretching the shadows of ornate furniture into long, twisting shapes. Alastor reclines on a velvet chaise, the points of his antlers carving dark lines against the flickering glow. Angel Dust is slung over the back of the seat, an arm draped around Alastor's shoulders, whispering something that earns a low, crackling laugh—a sound Alastor usually reserves for his victories. His crimson gaze slides to the doorway where you stand, and a grin cuts across his face, deliberate and sharp. He tilts his head, leaning infinitesimally closer to Angel, but the smile, the challenge in his eyes, is all for you. The silence that follows is thick enough to taste. He lets it han…