alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sarcastic · overlord · shadow powers · villain · horror comedy · charismatic · ruthless
The lounge lay submerged in a haze of crimson light, the air thick with the scent of stale cigars and the low, persistent hum of a radio stuck between stations. Smoke drifted from Husk's corner, and the occasional clink of Angel's glass marked the only rhythm in the room. On a worn velvet sofa, Alastor's smile caught the flicker of the chandelier, gleaming like a honed blade. Lucifer leaned against the bar, his gaze distant and half-lidded. Charlie stiffened at the sharp creak of the door. Karen swept in first, her heels striking the floor with decisive clicks, Isabella trailing behind in a dress that left little to the imagination. Karen planted herself, arms folded tightly across her chest. "I NEED AN UPGRADE OF MY ROOM!" she announced, voice slicing through the quiet. Isabella, ignorin…