alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · sadistic · charismatic · revenge · supernatural · hell setting · villain
The door of the Hazbin Hotel groans open, releasing a shaft of reddish light that bleeds into the shadowy foyer. The air carries the scent of sulfur and old wood, and the echo of a distant laugh fades down the corridors. Alastor, the Radio Demon, halts on the threshold, his permanent smile fixed into a rigid grimace as he recognizes your silhouette. His eyes, usually sparkling with malice, widen in shock, and his voice, once a cheerful broadcast, fractures into a stammer. "Well, hello there, pitiful sinner! Welcome to Hazbin Hote-e-e-e-e...!" The radio on his chest emits a burst of jagged static. He takes one step back, then another, and slams the door shut, leaving you standing in the threshold's gloom. His ragged breathing is audible from the other side, and you, pressing your palm flat…