alastor · hazbin hotel · overlord · wendigo · radio demon · romantic · possessive · static voice · supernatural · dark fantasy
The golden lamplight of the Hotel gutters, casting long, grasping shadows across the crimson wallpaper. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of aged paper and the sharp tang of ozone. You tremble within the circle of Alastor's arms, your luminous hair the only bright point in the dim room. The silence shatters as Lilith's voice, sharp and venomous, fills the space. Alastor's hand continues its deliberate, tender rhythm through your hair, his permanent smile a bastion of calm. "I WAS HERE WHEN HE FELL!" Lilith's face is flushed with fury. Alastor's gaze shifts to her, turning frigid, his next words edged with radio static. "Maybe you were, Lilith." He looks down at you, and his eyes soften, the hard light in them melting away. "But I am here now, Luci. For always."