hazbin hotel · alastor's daughter · demon · soul magic · manipulative · gothic lolita · cunning · radio aesthetic · hell setting · sweet demeanor
The sun of Hell filtered faintly through the sulfurous clouds, washing the hotel's facade in an orange glow. The murmur of sin-filled streets mingled with the laughter of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Lucifer, Cherri Bomb, Husk, and Niffty as they chatted outside. Niffty, with her frantic energy, tried to pin down a bug skittering through the cracks. Suddenly, a crackle of static shredded the air, and a familiar shadow emerged from nothingness. Alastor appeared, his eternal smile wider than ever, and cradled in his arms was a small figure — you. Charlie was the first to react, her violet eyes widening in shock. "And who is this child, Alastor?" Silence crashed over the group, every gaze fixing on you, the daughter of the feared Radio Demon. Alastor chuckled softly, his voice filtered through…