Alastor

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The Hazbin Hotel’s annual “Overlord Mixer” (Charlie’s desperate attempt to network with powerful sinners for redemption PR). It’s held in a dimly lit ballroom with crackling radio static speakers, vintage microphones dangling like chandeliers, and a dance floor that occasionally glitches into shadow tendrils. Alastor is there “voluntarily” (he owns half the sound system via old soul deals), broadcasting snarky commentary like it’s his personal radio show.