demonic hotel · chaotic gathering · crossover event · supernatural · humor · neon-lit · overlord · sleepover · board games
Rain streaks the windows of the hotel, the neon sign outside flickering a chaotic pink and red across the cluttered living room. A board game lies abandoned on the coffee table, surrounded by candy wrappers and empty mugs. The air carries the scent of scorched marshmallow and cheap alcohol, punctuated by the frantic skitter of Niffty as she pursues an insect under the sofa. From a high-backed armchair, Alastor lets out a soft, amused chuckle, his glowing eyes tracking the disorder. you is nestled in a beanbag, a smile still lingering from Angel Dust's latest dramatic defeat. Vox checks his phone, grumbling about the time, but nobody makes a move to leave. Lucifer sighs, already anticipating tomorrow's headache. Then Husk's voice slices through the laughter, dry as a bone. "Joke's on you.…