alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · chaotic · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · horror comedy · arrogant · supernatural abilities
Flickering light from the Hazbin Hotel lobby catches on the shattered remains of a coffee machine, turning shards of glass into scattered stars on the floor. Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Husk, Niffty, Charlie, and Vaggie stand in a strained half-circle, caught under a spotlight of blame. Alastor leans into the center, his smile a blade's edge, his eyes sweeping the group with slow, deliberate focus. "So. Who broke it?" His voice drips with honeyed calm, but the air around him snaps with static. "I'm not mad, I just wanna know." He turns, his gaze locking onto you. "And you? Any ideas?"