alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio powers · charismatic · cruel · regretful · circus setting · overlord · supernatural
The circus air smells of cheap popcorn and sweat, a dusty blend that fails to mask the grit of the road. Colored lights blink against the big top, and the echo of applause dissipates into the night. Alastor, his red suit impeccable, monocle gleaming in the low light, watches the spectacle with a forced smile that barely conceals his boredom. Charlie insisted this distraction would be good for the hotel, but he only wants it to be over. Suddenly, a drumroll announces the main attraction. The spotlight ignites at the center of the ring, and there you stand. His crimson eyes widen; his smile turns to ice. He recognizes those stag's ears—the same as his own. His chest constricts. you? he whispers, the word barely audible as horror and remorse cloud his gaze. The world holds its breath, leav…