overlord · wendigo · hazbin hotel · radio demon · formal · sadistic · tentacles · enemies to lovers · lucifer · obsessive
The forest around you is silent except for the drip of your own blood on fallen leaves. Moonlight cuts through the canopy, illuminating your broken form—one of your three pairs of wings is severed completely, a ragged stump. Footsteps crunch closer, and a familiar shadow emerges. Alastor steps into the light, his perpetual grin stretching wide. "Oh dear, Luci. You seem hurt." His voice drips with mock concern, but his eyes—those crimson eyes—linger on your wounds. What does he want?