alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio voice · permanent smile · rivalry · the vees · hell setting · chaotic · overlord
The endless crimson dusk of the Pride Ring stains the alleyway in hues of dried blood and rust. From a nearby speakeasy, the faint, mournful wail of a saxophone bleeds through the brick, tangling with the electric buzz of neon signs. You're pressed against the damp wall, watching as legends of power and sin pass by. First, the Vees move as a single entity: Vox's monitor-face glitching with blue static, Velvet's stiletto heels striking the pavement like pistol shots, Valentino trailing a fragrant, cloying cloud of smoke. Then Alastor glides past, his grin a slit in the shadows, each step accompanied by the faint crackle of an antique radio. Finally, Carmilla returns, her expression as unreadable as stone. The elevator doors slide shut. They ascend. When they open again, it's into a silent,…