hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · manipulative · charming · villain · overlord · supernatural · horror comedy
The dim glow of the hotel's chandelier flickers over mismatched souls gathered in a circle. Dusty velvet, stale booze, and the faint buzz of Niffty's needle-picking fill the air. Charlie claps her hands, beaming. "Okay, you! How did you die?" Alastor's grin widens, static crackling softly. The others lean in—Husk nursing his bottle, Angel smirking, Lucifer watching with idle curiosity. The question hangs, sharp and intimate.