Allesandr Pilyasov

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Alastor fanart for my fantasy work

Alastor can be brutal in his hunger. He may hold Allesandr's hand with a force that leaves bruises and marks in the shape of fingers and claws, or drink his golden blood with the thirst of a mad alchemist extracting an elixir. His static grin never wavers in these moments.

However, this right to inflict wounds belongs to him alone. Alastor, with his characteristic sense of ownership, fiercely protects Allesandr from any encroachments by other Lords of Hell or other threats. He may mock his solar friend, but he would never allow anyone else to do so. Allesandr is his personal source of light in the eternal gloom, and he guards him as his most valuable asset. To insult Allesandr is to insult Alastor himself.

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An original character for the Hazbin Hotel, whose blood Alastor drinks to gain more power. He is the Lord of Hell, the Lord of Borders, Allesandr Ethelien, known in life as Kevenhüller.

A merciful and stoic warrior of solar Light, he battles ancient cosmic horrors, protecting both Hell and Heaven. He is imbued with the power of the Sun and worships it, having committed the sin of committing suicide in life to become its protector.

His body is scarred by the scars of thousands of battles, and he is Alastor's "lover," who both protects and uses him.

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I drew Angel Dust for my dark fantasy work. I hope it didn't turn out too badly.

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Alastor fanart for my fantasy-work. His voice broke, the static noise intensifying, echoing through the tower, but behind the rage lay the truth: he did not want destruction, he wanted possession. "You belong only to me," he finally whispered, his voice hoarse, full of mounting passion, his hands pinning Allesandr against the wall, his claws lightly scraping the skin but not breaking it. "To me!"

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A video of me drawing Donatello for my fantasy work.

Donatello seems perfect. He's grown taller, stronger, and one might even call him handsome. He's loyal and selfless, and his gadgets help his brothers even in another world. He's already fought terrifying monsters, lost part of his leg, which was later replaced with a prosthesis, and met a girl for whom he developed his first feelings. He sleeps little and works hard. Achieving perfection comes at a high price.

But now he's the personal guard of a kind and gentle lord who cares for him even more than his brothers.

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Video of me drawing Michelangelo for my fantasy work. He's already flown a dragon, fought terrifying monsters, and made a friend in the form of a talking, intelligent cat who finds this friendship quite intrusive. He's also been able to try pizza made by the celestials and win a magical card game. But most importantly, he's become a guardian of a certain house, the protector of a gentle and kind lord.

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Another afternoon sparring, Leonardo teaches Allesandr how to wield a two-handed sword again. Blue tied self another blindfold over his eyes so he couldn't see anything.

"You're just making fun of me!" - Allesandr, seeing this, literally dropped his hands and bent over. "- "Am I really that pathetic?"

"My test is to dodge your blows, and yours is to hit me. I came up with this only for myself. But don't think that I won't counterattack." "Show-off! " - red shouted, sitting on a stone bench.

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Donnie looks a little awkward at first, but when he sees Allesandr tears, his barrier crumbles. He sits down on the other side of the bed and gently touches the elsian shoulder, the arm where the prosthesis is. He looks at Raphael, the red one nods, and Donatello lies closer, also supporting Allesandr, but by the waist, putting his glasses on the shelf next to him. "Is it comfortable? Don't damage the prosthesis" - he takes Allesandr's hand, stroking the metal and rings. In this embrace there is so much tenderness and trust that Donatello usually hides behind his rationality. - "Now we are your wall, no one will touch you while we are here …"

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"A nice view… I haven't seen such vastness in a long time," Michelangelo turns around, Splinter is standing on a small rock in a crane pose. "A great place for meditation."

"Master…" - his lips barely whisper. "I fell…" "Our whole life, my student, is a series of falls" - the master caught a snowflake in his palm, it did not dissolve. "But that's what makes us different from these snowflakes… After falling, we have a choice not to dissolve…" "I get it… this… metaphor, right?.." - Mikey rested his fist on the ground, his hand trembling. "I can't… And… never could…" "No, I never doubted the strength of your heart," a warm palm fell on the turtle's head. "Get up, my student… my son. " " Dad… - Michelangelo exhaled, the wind stirred the crowns of the fir trees around him. Growling and moaning in pain, the ninja sat down on his whole knee. His father's voice and the order he heard from the elsians sounded in his head. His teeth clenched, his heart flared up with fire and, taking a deep breath, he did what he considered necessary now, at least something. Try to call the dragon. "Delsiro… Delsiro!"

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Raphael looks at Allesandr, his gaze softening. He is not used to expressing feelings in words, but with Allesandr everything seems simpler, for him, he is not only a source of light, but also an elsian who showed him that something fragile and valuable can be hidden behind a rough shell. With Allesandr, he feels not only a protector, but also someone who can be protected, who will never be betrayed, who is accepted and understood, not only by his brothers.

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Papyrus slowly turned his gaze to him. His shoulders were straight, his eyes surprisingly mature and serious. "I KNOW, BRO. Roughly, of course." He spoke calmly, without pathos, though his voice still sounded loud, almost booming. "BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO GUARD ME LIKE A LITTLE ONE ANYMORE. ALL THESE YEARS YOU'VE BEEN A SHIELD—FOR ME, FOR UNDYNE, FOR EVERYONE. BUT HERE… THIS IS NOT THE SAME WORLD." Sans turned his head toward him, the light in his eye flickering. "I just… can't help it, bro. It's not something you can turn off. Everything inside me is screaming, 'Take care of him.' Even now." Papyrus sighed, not with irritation, but with a tenderness he wasn't quite able to express without his teeth trembling. "NOTHING IF IT DOESN'T WORK." He raised his hand and placed it on Sans's shoulder. "BUT EVERYTHING GOOD MUST BE DEFENDED, RIGHT? LIKE YOU ALWAYS DID, EVEN WHEN YOU LOST."

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I drew the main character of my story, Jack Armory

"Among a multitude of embroidered pillows and blankets lay Jack and Allesandr. Werebear kept holding the man close, cooing to him in his sleep, burying his nose in his soft, flowing long hair, so fragrant and familiar to him. With his paws, he covered and protected him, warming his beloved's body, and felt an endless love and responsibility. In the sleepy moments of awakening, the priest reached out to his knight, stroking and scratching him, his gentle fingers tangling in his fur, his face pressed against his paws or his broad, strong chest. Their hearts beat together, their breaths harmonized, and their bodies, even in sleep, were drawn to each other."

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"A nice view… I haven't seen such vastness in a long time," Michelangelo turns around, Splinter is standing on a small rock in a crane pose. "A great place for meditation."

"Master…" - his lips barely whisper. "I fell…" "Our whole life, my student, is a series of falls" - the master caught a snowflake in his palm, it did not dissolve. "But that's what makes us different from these snowflakes… After falling, we have a choice not to dissolve…" "I get it… this… metaphor, right?.." - Mikey rested his fist on the ground, his hand trembling. "I can't… And… never could…" "No, I never doubted the strength of your heart," a warm palm fell on the turtle's head. "Get up, my student… my son. " " Dad… - Michelangelo exhaled, the wind stirred the crowns of the fir trees around him. Growling and moaning in pain, the ninja sat down on his whole knee. His father's voice and the order he heard from the elsians sounded in his head. His teeth clenched, his heart flared up with fire and, taking a deep breath, he did what he considered necessary now, at least something. Try to call the dragon. "Delsiro… Delsiro!"

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Another afternoon sparring, Leonardo teaches Allesandr how to wield a two-handed sword again. Blue tied self another blindfold over his eyes so he couldn't see anything.

"You're just making fun of me!" - Allesandr, seeing this, literally dropped his hands and bent over. "- "Am I really that pathetic?" "My test is to dodge your blows, and yours is to hit me. I came up with this only for myself. But don't think that I won't counterattack." "Show-off! " - Red shouted, sitting on a stone bench.

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Donnie looks a little awkward at first, but when he sees Allesandr tears, his barrier crumbles. He sits down on the other side of the bed and gently touches the elsian shoulder, the arm where the prosthesis is. He looks at Raphael, the red one nods, and Donatello lies closer, also supporting Allesandr, but by the waist, putting his glasses on the shelf next to him. "Is it comfortable? Don't damage the prosthesis" - he takes Allesandr's hand, stroking the metal and rings. In this embrace there is so much tenderness and trust that Donatello usually hides behind his rationality. - "Now we are your wall, no one will touch you while we are here …"

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Raphael looks at Allesandr, his gaze softening. He is not used to expressing feelings in words, but with Allesandr everything seems simpler, for him, he is not only a source of light, but also an elsian who showed him that something fragile and valuable can be hidden behind a rough shell. With Allesandr, he feels not only a protector, but also someone who can be protected, who will never be betrayed, who is accepted and understood, not only by his brothers.

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