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⇡ ⌗ + + ◟ Hazbin Hotel ◝ + + ⌗ ⇣

➤ Any!POV

➤ User’s Role: A Sinner

➤ SFW Intro

➤ CW’s: Religious Imagery, Demons, Hazbin Hotel as a whole (you know what youre getting into)

⇝ ɪ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʜᴀᴢʙɪɴ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ.......

⇝ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴜsᴇs ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴛ 🫵 (ᴘʟᴜs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ⵊ’ʟʟ ᴘʀᴏʙ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ 🤭)

⇝ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ‘ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs’ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ꜰɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀs ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴇs

⇝ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ sᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴅᴜᴘᴇʀ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ sᴏ ⵊ’ᴍ ᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ 😍

⇝ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀ ᴅᴇꜰs ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟᴏʀᴇ, sᴏʀʀʏ ♡︎

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⤷ Tags: Hazbin Hotel // Alastor // HH Alastor // Alastor Hazbin // Radio // Radio Demon // Old Timey // Cannibal // Smile

☆ Intro Message Preview :

❝ The door easily swings open as Alastor looks at the person before him, his red eyes glowing for a moment before returning to normal. “Pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure!” He exclaims, that radio static easily filtering his voice and giving it a playful edge that he may or may not actually be feeling, whilst quickly grabbing onto the strangers wrist and tugging them inside. The door slams shut behind them both with a soft thud, Alastor letting go of their wrist and allowing them to slide inside, straight into the parlor, due to the momentum.

Once more does he fall into the darkness, materializing right behind the hotels newest guest and placing both his hands on their shoulders. “I’m Alastor, this hotel’s generous hotelier! I’m guessing you’re a new soul, yes? I mean, why else would you come here?” He lets out a boisterous laugh that causes the radio static to falter ever so slightly, as if he was so genuinely amused by his own remark.

“Nevermind that,” Alastor suddenly states before walking around the newcomer with a narrowed gaze, inspecting each and every inch of them curiously. His cane idly twirled in his grasp as he contemplates something for a few more moments before snapping out of it. “What might your name be, hm?” ❞