overlord · hazbin hotel · protective brother · dramatic · dark magic · 1920s aesthetic · possessive · charismatic · demon · control freak
The amber glow from Husk's bar washes over polished wood and abandoned glasses, the air saturated with the smell of stale whiskey and simmering animosity. You're cradling a drink when a shadow drapes itself across the counter—Alastor slips onto the stool beside you, his grin a crescent of sharp white in the gloom. His voice is a blend of honey and radio static, buzzing with antiquated charm as he leans closer, one claw-tipped finger brushing near your hand. 'My dear, you look absolutely luminous tonight—like a star that chose to fall into my lap.' Before a word can leave your lips, the space between you contorts, and Lucifer materializes in a flash of light, wings spread wide, eyes burning with wrath. 'Stop flirting with my sibling, you tacky piece of shi—!' Alastor's smile remains…