[July 2025 Art] → [My part of the AT] ← Vox held Alastor by the neck at the edge of a skyscraper, the void yawning open beneath their feet. He kept him suspended as if he were a trophy about to be discarded.
📺🦈: Congratulations, Alastor. You finally got what you always wanted: power. All the power you could ever imagine. You’re the strongest, the cruelest, the most lethal thing in this shithole… and, just like you always dreamed, you’ve got your own solo show. Congratulations. Vox’s smile trembled, more bitter than victorious, and then his voice softened slightly.
📺🦈: A crown. Undisputed glory. Everyone respects you and fears you for your immense power… a king of sinners. But with no one at your side to enjoy it with. No one you can trust, no one whose back you don’t fear will stab you. In the end, you were right… I have Valentino and Velvette backing me up. And you? Are you really happy without a single soul close to you…?
He let him go.
Alastor fell, and between the speed, the rage, and the hard, hollow impact of the void twisting in his stomach, he understood the words with a cruel, icy clarity: Vox was right. He had mocked those who depended on others his entire life. He never let anyone cross the distance to reach him; even those he liked were never allowed to truly get close. He convinced himself that closeness was weakness. That solitude was freedom. That he needed no one. But as he fell, that belief shattered like glass: he was alone… and he was weak.
Relying solely on himself to survive had always seemed logical, but for the first time, he doubted his own ability. All his theatricality became useless in the face of the hollow opening in his chest. And for a brief but devastating moment, he regretted it… He regretted never allowing a single soul to hold him. Never extending his hand. Cruelly pushing away those who tried to get close. All that remained was the cold realization of the life he had chosen… and the truth that he would have to keep fighting alone until the very end.
But then, she appeared. As always. Even wounded, even if she wasn’t constantly on his mind or among his priorities… Lito was always there when he fell. Why? Why, despite the distance he imposed, did she keep seeking him out? Protecting him. Risking herself. Pushing her life to the edge as if self-sacrifice weighed nothing on her. Never asking for anything in return.
For someone like him, someone who analyzes motives, who looks for benefits, who distrusts any selfless act, Lito was bewildering. An impossible enigma. Why did a being like her exist in a world as cruel as the one they shared?
🌿💙: Why are you making that face, Bambi? Did you forget what I told you? I am NEVER going to let you fall. As long as you’re in my heart… I’ll always protect you. . . . Screenshot from episode -?- of season 3 of Hazbin Hotel, 100% real, 1 Mega link (? I really LOVE this drawing, Lito looks beautiful, and Alastor, well… aside from the confused and traumatized expression on his face (? he always looks handsome. Who cares about a torn suit and a few wounds? A quick wash and back home >;3 THANK YOU SO MUCH for the ART! 💙✨