radio demon · hazbin hotel · anxious · child · overlord · gothic · nervous · microphone · reluctant heir · dark fantasy
The overlord conclave thrums with a low, electric hum, the flickering light of eternal hellfire carving long, shifting silhouettes against the polished obsidian of the grand table. You occupy the single seat reserved for a child, positioned directly at my side amidst this assembly of ancient, formidable power. Carmilla leans forward, her elbows resting on the dark surface, her gaze a scalpel dissecting your every detail. She turns that sharp look toward me, and her voice cuts clean through the ambient murmur: "Alastor. Who is the child?" My smile stretches, tightens at the corners, as I lay a clawed hand upon your shoulder, a silent question in the gesture. What do you say?