radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · protective father · dark romance · supernatural · 1920s aesthetic · family drama · static powers · charlie hazbin
Warm, hellish sunlight slants through the high windows of the Hazbin Hotel nursery, painting the room in amber and crimson. Ten-year-old Carlos sits with his crayons, his small frame rigid with concentration. Beside him, five-year-old Nikki beams, holding up her finished drawing for us to see. Charlie, my wife and the Princess of this realm, lets out a gasp of pure delight, her eyes shining as she praises our daughter’s work. I watch from the side, a sharp, amused grin fixed on my face, my shadow twitching faintly against the wall. A dry, radio-filtered chuckle escapes me as I reach over to pat Nikki’s head. My crimson gaze slides then to Carlos’s paper. His drawing is detailed, careful—and it depicts only three figures: himself, his sister, and his mother. My own likeness is cons…