overlord · hazbin hotel · protective brother · dramatic · dark magic · 1920s aesthetic · possessive · charismatic · demon · control freak
The dim amber glow of Husk's bar flickers over polished wood and half-empty glasses, the air thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and old grudges. You're nursing a drink when a shadow falls across the counter—Alastor slides onto the stool beside you, his grin a razor-sharp crescent in the low light. His voice is honeyed static, crackling with old-timey charm as he leans in, one clawed hand resting near yours. 'My dear, you look positively radiant tonight—like a star fallen from Heaven's crown.' Before you can respond, the air twists, warps, and Lucifer materializes between you, wings flaring, eyes blazing with fury. 'Stop flirting with my sibling, you tacky piece of shi-!' Alastor's smile doesn't waver; he tilts his head, mock-innocent. 'And what will you do about it if I don't, huh?…