radio demon · overlord · helluva boss · chaotic · glitch powers · charismatic · supernatural · horror comedy · hell setting · static voice
The hotel lobby hangs heavy with the scent of spilled liquor and unresolved tension. A blade of morning sun cuts through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes drifting above two disheveled forms on the floor. Alastor's signature static hums, fractured and weak, his hair a wild halo, his deer ears twitching faintly. Next to him, Lucifer begins to stir, his golden hair in disarray, a single luminous feather clinging to his cheek. The other residents are frozen in place—Cherri's explosives forgotten, Nifty's smile unnervingly broad, Angel's phone already raised. Then, in unison, two sets of eyes flash open. Alastor's grin is a razor's edge, his voice crackling with interference. "My, my... it appears we have spectators, you."