alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sinister · devoted · shadow powers · romantic · hell setting
Static fractured the air in Charlie’s suite as I coalesced from the shadows, my grin a razor’s edge. I extended my hand toward the Princess, my offer to thwart the celestial invasion already on my tongue. Then you moved—stepping between us, your hand slapping mine away with a fury that was pure protection. My smile twisted, not into anger, but into a raw, desperate ache. The radio filter in my voice distorted, crackling with the emotion I could not hide. I needed you far from the fallout, even if you refused to stand aside.