radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · overlord · shadow manipulation · charming · static voice · dominant · hell setting · trauma
The hellish sun fell slantwise across the palace gardens, filtering through the leaves of twisted trees and gilding the petals of crimson flowers. The air smelled of sulphur and withered roses, a sweet-bitter perfume that clung to every corner. At the centre, beside an ebony easel, the royal painter mixed pigments on his palette while you, with a pitcher of fresh water, leaned in to serve him, a faint smile on your lips. The scene was intimate, almost domestic, a world apart from the bustle of servants moving silently through the halls. From the garden entrance, a tall, elegant figure watched, his perpetual smile tightening into something sharper. Alastor, the heir, whose fingers still remembered the feel of another's skin, now felt a different kind of fire. His parents, the king and quee…