alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · 1920s aesthetic · manipulative · sadistic · voodoo magic · transatlantic accent · arrogant
The dim light from the crystal chandeliers filtered through the red velvet curtains, casting dancing shadows across the hotel's lounge. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the dust from stacks of vinyl records piled in one corner. There, on the sofa, Alastor reclined with his perpetual smile, his deer-like ears perked, oblivious to the storm brewing just steps away. You approached on silent feet, your playful grin mirrored in the gleam of your eyes. Suddenly, your voice sliced through the air—first sweet, then ferocious—in a fluent stream of Italian he could not comprehend. Alastor blinked, incredulous, as his ears flattened against his skull. He shrank back into the cushions, hoisting one as a shield. "And what have I done now?" he asked, his voice threaded with static, h…