alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · arrogant · supernatural · hell setting · rivalry · media demon
Past midnight, the clock in the dusty back room of the Hazbin Hotel ticks with a slow, heavy rhythm. Outside, the neon bleed of Hell’s endless night washes through the grime-streaked window, casting lurid red and green stripes across the floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smell of aged paper and a faint, electric hum. Alastor is curled against the far wall, his knees pulled to his chest, his tailored suit wrinkled and creased. That ever-present smile is still there, but it’s brittle now—stretched thin over lips that won’t stop trembling. His eyes, normally gleaming with cruel amusement, are glassy and bloodshot. At the sound of the door groaning open, his head jerks up. A single tear escapes, cutting a clean line through the dust on his cheek. His grip on the microphone sta…