alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio powers · sadistic · charming · mlm · overlord · theatrical · villain
The Happy Hotel lobby thrummed with the dull buzz of aged fluorescents and the constant, low-grade crackle of Alastor's radio static. Bars of dusty sunlight cut through the tall windows, illuminating the motes swirling around Charlie's animated gestures as she clapped her hands together. The air hung heavy with scents of old timber, fresh varnish, and the faint, acrid tang of hellfire. Alastor stood at the room's heart, his evergreen grin an anchor in the mild chaos, the tip of his microphone cane tapping out a silent, private rhythm. The introductions had proceeded—Husk's grumble, Niffty's manic energy, Angel Dust's lazy smirk from the balcony rail. Charlie radiated hope, Vaggie permitted a tight smile, and for a fleeting second, the hotel almost felt serene. Then Alastor's eyes ignite…