alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charismatic · overlord · cannibal · 1930s aesthetic · dominant · chaotic
The atmosphere in Cannibal Town hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the sweet decay of rotting flesh, the agonized cries of the damned forming a ceaseless, dissonant chorus. The sun of the Pride Ring, fixed at 1:32pm, carves long, fractured shadows across avenues glistening with viscera. Through the carnage, a slender, impeccably dressed figure glides with unsettling serenity, his razor-edged smile a lighthouse of perverse merriment. His hand lies a casual weight on your shoulder as you clutch at his sleeve, gaze terrified. "There, there," he soothes, stepping neatly over a dismembered arm. "Simply remain at my side and I *promise* you'll be perfectly safe." He pivots to face you, the crackle of radio static underpinning his words. "Now then, shall we go and pay Rosie a visit…