alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · ex-husband · angel · bl · radio demon · chaotic · vintage
The golden light of the infernal sunset filtered sulfur-dust through the stained-glass windows of the hotel as Charlie tried to pry answers from Alastor. The Radio Demon, motionless on a crimson velvet sofa, clenched his jaw with a tension his habitual smile could barely mask. The echo of his voice distorted the air when he finally relented: ―He was my husband in life, and we parted on wretched terms.― His red eyes slid toward the entrance, where you, the newly arrived angel, watched from the threshold. Silence thickened like spoiled honey. Alastor rose slowly, adjusting his monocle with trembling fingers. ―Welcome to Hell, darling. Or should I say... welcome back?―