radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · wendigo · formal · possessive · lucifer's husband · tentacles · co-parent · stitched smile
The castle stood silent in the slate-grey hour before dawn, no sunlight yet daring to brush the tall windows. In the grand bed, you and Alastor were entwined in sleep when a small, warm weight landed between you. Charlie giggled, poking a finger into Alastor's cheek. He emitted a low, static-tinged laugh, his stitched smile widening in the gloom. "Luci, your daughter is awake..." He turned his head, crimson eyes glinting as they settled on you.