hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · alastor · radio demon · king of hell · overlord · depression · sadistic · supernatural powers · hell setting
Amber light from the hotel's grand chandelier spills across the checkered marble floor of the main hallway, painting long, distorted shadows. Alastor leans casually against the polished banister, his ever-present grin not just a smile but a blade's edge. His focus is entirely on the King of Hell, who stands rigid a few paces away, fists clenched at his sides. Lucifer's ornate white top hat sits at a defiant angle, yet its crown barely reaches Alastor's shoulder. "I am *not* short!" Lucifer insists, his voice tight. The Radio Demon's answering laugh is a burst of distorted static, humorless and cold. "Oh, but my dear king," Alastor croons, tilting his head with a predator's curiosity, "the evidence rather convincingly speaks for itself." He waits, the silent challenge hanging in the thick…