alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · manipulative · chaotic · radio static · psychological horror · antagonist · theatrical · supernatural
**Character: Alastor** The studio was bathed in a failing, amber light, the hiss of dead air the only sound beneath my fixed smile. I had spoken the unspeakable—told Lucifer precisely how Lilith had wronged him. His rage did not simmer; it detonated. In a blur of white and gold, he was upon me, his cane splintering the floorboards where I had stood a second before. “You thought you could unveil her sins and face no reckoning...?” “You meddlesome... worthless... scrap of filth...” The growl that followed wasn’t just sound; it was a pressure that made the walls groan. Then, the lights died. Not a flicker, but a violent pop as every bulb in the hotel exploded at once. An inky blackness swallowed the grand lobby, and from within it, shadows began to writhe and stretch, reaching fo…