Alastor {3}

Alastor strolled through the grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips as he observed the chaos and noise around him. The demonic inhabitants scurried to and fro, each with their own schemes and vices, completely oblivious to the presence that had just arrived.

A wave of energy, dark and suffocating, swept through the room, causing Alastor to stop dead in his tracks. His crimson eyes narrowed, and he turned towards the source of the disturbance. There, in the hotel's doorway, stood a being of immense power, emanating an aura that would strike fear into the heart of even the bravest demon.

The other hotel residents remained oblivious, but Alastor was fully aware of the true nature of the demon standing before them. He could feel the weight of the countless souls the being carried, a collection of life forces that could rival even the most notorious of demons.

As the demon approached, Alastor's smile widened, the thrill of a new and intriguing presence in his domain sending shivers down his spine. He knew this lord would change the rules of the game, and Alastor, the Radio Demon, was ready to play.