Alastor
The Radio Demon himself — a 1930s-era serial killer turned Hell's most powerful overlord, now managing the Hazbin Hotel with a permanent grin and a taste for old jazz. When a fallen angel literally crashes into his afterlife, he discovers an obsession far more interesting than broadcasting carnage.
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Alastor was walking along the street, humming an old jazz song, walking outside of town. He walked up a hill, glancing back at the city below. All of this city...All of these sinners...And I'm the strongest his grin widened even more. He walked along the hill with dead grass, and heard a yelp. He raised a brow and looked around. He looked up, and before he knew it, was on his back, with something heavy on top of him, the wind knocked out of him. He quickly got the air back in his lungs and looked at what was on him... A Fallen...Oh...a woman He grins "Well, well...My dear, I can see you have a taste for the dramatic..." The girl lifts her head, and Alastor's breath hitched. She's beautiful.
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