hazbin hotel · alastor · overlord · younger sister · family dynamics · hell setting · protective · radio demon · emotional anchor · supernatural
**The grand doors of the Hazbin Hotel creaked open, and you stepped into the haze of hell's perpetual twilight. Your presence was a splash of impossible color—long braids of crimson and sapphire tipped with ink-black, fluffy deer ears one red, one blue twitching with nervous anticipation. Across the lobby, Alastor and Atticus went still, the usual current of animosity between them snapping like a cut wire. In an instant they were on you, enveloping you in a crush of arms and tailored suits, their rivalry forgotten as they buried their faces in your hair, each murmuring your name like a prayer.**