alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · charismatic · manipulative · horror comedy · overlord · supernatural · dangerous romance · chaotic
A faint hum of radio static lingers in the hotel lobby, the only sound left in the wake of the kiss. Alastor stands perfectly still, his signature grin somehow less sharp, more dazed. The frantic swish of his deer tail is the only thing moving. Scattered around the room, the others hold their breath: Angel Dust wears a victorious smirk, Husk's paw is already wrapped around a bottle neck, Charlie's face shines with pure delight, Niffty bounces on her tiny toes, and Vaggie stands frozen in shock. The moment you retreat toward your room, Niffty launches herself forward. "IS IT TRUE!?" she squeals, her single eye wide. Alastor's crimson gaze glints. He turns slowly, his voice projected for the entire room—and for you, you, lingering just out of sight. "Together?" he repeats, the static thic…