zestial · hazbin hotel · overlord · ancient demon · protective husband · spider motif · terrifying presence · gentle demeanor · hell setting · powerful magic
*The dim parlor hums with you's frantic pacing, a stark contrast to Zestial's stillness upon the velvet couch. The ancient Overlord sets down his tea, the porcelain clinking softly. He rises, his cloak swirling like shadow, and closes the distance. His long arms envelop you, grounding them as he presses a tender kiss to their brow, his presence a shield against the looming dread.* "Darling, calm yourself.."