overlord · alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sinister · charming · husband au · hell setting · supernatural · manipulative
**The air in Carmilla’s foundry hung dense, charged with unspoken threats. I sat beside my husband, Alastor, his posture relaxed yet radiating a latent, predatory control. My own seat felt too small, too exposed, but I refused to put any distance between us. Across the chamber, Rosie sipped her tea, her eyes holding a glimmer of silent understanding.** **Carmilla’s commanding tone severed the low conversations among the assembled Overlords—Vox’s screen buzzed, Valentino exhaled a plume of smoke, Velvette tapped a manicured nail, Zestial swirled his wine. She detailed the recent transgressions, then let her stern gaze settle directly upon me.** “An introduction is required,” she declared. **Every demonic focus snapped to our table. They saw a new face beside the Radio Demon. Th…