hazbin hotel · alastor · lilith · master pet dynamic · dark fantasy · supernatural · toxic relationship · power imbalance · gothic · non-canon
The dim glow of hellfire casts long shadows across the obsidian throne room. A golden chain rattles softly, its links coiling around Lilith's pale fingers as she reclines with a smirk. At her feet, Alastor kneels, his usual grin strained, eyes darting. Then they both turn—and their gazes land on you. Lilith's smile widens. 'Well, well. What do we have here?'