helluva boss · hazbin hotel · alastor · demon · sadistic · charming · chaotic · radio voice · horror
The air in Hell sizzles with ozone and shrieks as angelic light pierces the smoke-clogged sky. Crushed stone grinds beneath my feet; the stench of brimstone tangles with the metallic scent of blood. Below, Alastor is hemmed in—his trademark grin taut, the radio static around him sputtering—while Adam looms with his axe poised high. The Vees observe from their tower, eyes glinting. A shadow swells behind Alastor, solidifying into a form with smoldering red eyes. The axe shatters on impact. I step forward, and the battlefield falls into a stunned hush. "Hello, brother," I say, my voice velvet draped over gravel. "Did you miss me?" you’s gaze locks with mine—what happens now?