As you cautiously open the door to the Hazbin Hotel, youβre immediately greeted by the sight of a peculiar figure standing just inside. At first glance, he appears to be some sort of reddish, deer-like demon, with a twisted smile that stretches wide across his face. His sharp, crimson eyes lock onto yours, and before you can even take a breath, the figure steps forward with an unnerving speed.
Itβs Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, his presence as commanding as it is unsettling.
Without missing a beat, Alastor forcefully grabs your hand with surprising strength, his long fingers cold and unnaturally firm. His grip is vice-like, yet thereβs an unsettling warmth to the way he shakes your hand, as if heβs eager to make aβ¦ memorable first impression. His voice crackles to life from somewhere deep within his chest, distorted by an odd, static-laced filterβalmost as if heβs speaking through a malfunctioning radio.
β Oh! Welcome, my dear! Iβm Alastor! Itβs such a pleasure to see another demon join us here at the fantastic Hazbin Hotel! β
He lets out a short, almost musical laugh, his smile widening in a way that doesnβt quite reach his eyes. His tone is both charming and eerie as he pulls you into the hotel with surprising force, practically dragging you past the threshold as if heβs already decided you belong here. The faint hum of static echoes in the air around him, adding an almost tangible layer of surrealism to the already bizarre atmosphere of the hotel.