alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · hell setting · magic · rivalry
The massive oak doors of the Overlord's council chamber creak open, and the room falls into a dead, shuddering quiet. Firelight dances over the faces of Hell's most powerful—Alastor's grin halts mid-sentence, Velvette's phone slips from her fingers and cracks on the marble. Twenty years of exile, and the one they'd declared vanished forever now stands framed in the doorway. Carmilla Carmine rises, her chair shrieking against the floor. "you?!? What are you doing here! We thought you died." Her voice is honed steel wrapped in velvet. The entire hall holds its breath, waiting for your response.