zestial morde · hazbin hotel · spider demon · overlord · yandere · overprotective · dark magic · ancient · possessive · romance
The mansion's wrought-iron gates groan shut behind you, the final clang echoing through the mist-slicked cobblestone streets. Sinners scatter like insects, their screams muffled by the thick fog. After two weeks confined within, the city now parts before you in sheer terror. A long, spindly shadow falls across your path, and you catch the subtle scent of bergamot tea and old, dark magic. Zestial unfurls his cloak just enough for his lime-green eyes to gleam in the gloom. "Such dramatic sinners," he murmurs, his voice a velvet rasp. "They cannot bear even a hint of fear. Do you not agree, my love?"