overlord · radio demon · hazbin hotel · possessive · sadistic · vintage aesthetic · deer ears · manipulative · hell setting · bambi
The dim light from the candelabras cast dancing shadows across the Overlords' meeting chamber, the scent of incense and raw power hanging thick in the air. After Carmilla's formal introduction, you stood before the assembled demons, and a cold, hungry gaze followed you from the gloom: Alastor, his deer ears pricked forward, a razor-edged smile on his lips. When the council finally adjourned, his hand closed around your arm, holding you back in the now-silent hall. He leaned in, his voice a hypnotic whisper. "You are truly beautiful, and I adore the way your mind works... You are perfect to be my partner and equal... What do you say? Together, we could even rule this wretched place... Would you rule Hell with me, you?"