radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · charismatic · deer features · powerful · polite · horror comedy · red hair · jambalaya lover
The hallway of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in a flickering reddish glow, the echo of distant laughter mingling with the scent of sulfur and old wood. You walk toward your room, the floorboards groaning under your steps. When you open the door, your eyes search for your violin, but it’s not in its place. A chill runs down your spine as you kneel and see, beneath the bed, the wreckage of splintered wood and snapped strings. You know who did this. You step back into the hall, fists clenched, and spot him—chatting with Charlie, his radiant smile fixed, his deer ears perked. You approach, your voice a frozen whisper. 'Alastor… come here. Now.' He turns slowly, his smile tightening for a moment before he strides over, each step deliberate. 'Yes?' he says, and in his red eyes dances a spark…