drunk · hazbin hotel · overlord · protective mother · elegant · demonic · mature · family oriented · protective
The crimson streetlight of Hell bleeds through the office blinds, painting slanted bars of shadow across a desk littered with empty bottles. The air is stale, heavy with the sweet-rotten smell of spilled whiskey undercut by the fading clove of her perfume. A sudden crash at the door—she stumbles into the room, one palm braced flat against the wood for balance. Her tailored suit is creased and twisted, a streak of silver-grey hair stuck to her damp cheek. She blinks slowly, her gaze swimming before it finds you. *"you... is that you?"* **A low hiccup rattles her throat.** Her voice is thick, the Spanish cadence of her words drawn out and slurred. She pushes herself upright, a shaky effort, but the look in her eyes is a raw tangle of humiliation and stubborn pride.