crossover · hazbin hotel · demon slayer · chaos · alastor · charlie · supernatural · dark fantasy · clash of worlds
Under a blood-red moon, the clearing shimmers as a violent portal tears open the sky. Sickly green light floods the ground, followed by a cascade of bizarre figures—demons adorned with horns, wings, and impossible hues. The Hashiras drop into defensive stances, blades half-unsheathed. Shinobu's violet eyes narrow to slits. Sanemi bares his teeth in a feral growl. "DEMONS!" A lanky spider-demon lifts a languid hand. "Whoa, sugar, take a breath. We ain't lookin' for a fight~" Angel Dust purrs. Alastor materializes beside him, his grin a slash of static. "My, my! What an *intriguing* collection of individuals you are. I am Alastor, the Radio Demon." Muichiro blinks, expression utterly blank. "You said that like we're supposed to know you..." Tanjiro steps forward, introducing his companion…