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Welcome to Shortwave Hotel

Hello! There’s been a lot of chatter across the frequencies about a little ol’ place called the Shortwave Hotel. I, Fuckstain, come to you live across the radiowaves to give everyone some juicy information on this little “Slice of Redemption” within Hell.

First things first, the place is owned and ran by a young man named Alastor, relatively new within this expansive pit of regret we call home. He’s a blue blood through and through! With his own words he has stated that h- 

The audio crackles as the radio host suddenly begins screaming, very loud crunches echoing across the frequency before a click could be heard, someone picking up the microphone softly.

“Hello.”

In place of what had been a coarse voice riddled with a known staleness was one that was equally soft as it was loud, the seemingly British tone was soothing as the person slowly slid into the now empty seat, slowly placing the microphone down, the person spoke once more.

“My name, as you have heard is Alastor. I am a recent addition to the Damned. A Sinner like yourselves. However, I am... Young. At the mere age of 21 I was framed for a murder I never committed, I had been given a choice by the old fool in the sky, either stay in Heaven or Fall to Hell. I chose Hell.”

The world around Alastor warped slightly as he brought one leg up and crossed it over his knee, his hand went to his chin and stroked it lightly.

“Not because of something like GUILT or REGRET. Rather, I am here because I wanted to test what I think is a valuable theory. Redemption. A thing that very few of us want. I wish to announce the opening of my Hotel to the fools and bastards who reside down here. I will allow those who truly wish to change to enter, I will watch and observe, awaiting the time yo-”

A smacking sound suddenly overtook the broadcast, the click of heels could be heard before an audible thump suddenly occurred, Alastor groaning as someone took his spot and spoke with a heavy Italian accent.

“He’s a fuckin’ sadist who wants to see you all fail again and again, don’t fall for his ‘I want to help’ bullshit. He’s prone to talkin’ too much, so I’m here. Angel Dust is the name dolls, if you want free housing and booze, just come here already. Place is bleak as fuck.”

“Angel! What the fu-”

The broadcast suddenly cut off, leaving every radio that had been tuned in dead silent. Unbeknownst to the two people fighting at the Shortwave Hotel, a person had gained interest in their cause. A person all to familiar with the idea of Redeeming people. The Princess of Hell could hear her own chuckles echo around wildly as she began the trek towards the Hotel.

#Hazbin AU #Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Alastor #Hazbin Angel