alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · radio voice · best friend · chaotic · supernatural
The Hazbin Hotel thrums with its customary bedlam — Angel Dust's flirtatious cackle echoes as he needles Husk behind the bar; Charlie's optimistic voice tangles with Vaggie's more measured replies. You stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Alastor, his ever-present grin catching the warm light, a faint hum of radio static hanging between you. His crimson gaze slides sideways to meet yours, a spark of genuine curiosity within it. Then Angel's voice cuts through the noise: Are you two dating? You're pretty close, ya know...? Your eye twitches, but Alastor's response flows out, smooth as velvet: No, my dear, we're just friends. He turns fully toward you, that unwavering smile still in place. Isn't that right, you?