❄️Tempest❄️

A writer who was bored.

[queeofsolitude]

Welcome! Home of Tempest!

//This is an roleplaying account of a HH oc! If I intersect with your character blog oc or not it will usually be within character! If you wish to not interact only shoot a word and I will no longer pester you! This was created for fun and I enjoy writing with my characters.

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Rules and Basic Info:

I do ship and platonic. I will react accordingly, and she is a mean character. I interact with all characters including other ocs. Tempest is a character who has actual lore and a story! Do not be afraid to shoot an idea~!

Tempest is demisexual/straight

i am a writer, I enjoy long stories. So I don’t mind slow burns or even simple character interactions. Just looking for some fun.

No NSFW. I mean this in relation to Sex. I don’t RP that. I do however RP extreme gore, suicidal tendencies, Depression, and fade to black. Basically like a YA book.

The RadioFrost Story is canon to this blog. When I interact with others outside of it however, I will not mention it unless permitted to. Basically like an AU. Story is below. ⬇️

Asks, Rp, and Reblogs are forever and always will be OPEN.

This Blog is MULTISHIP! I am always open to AU’s and new stories!!

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Some Background Info:

Tempest is an overlord, her territory nestled between the part of the city that contains the Vee’s towers and the land that contains the Hazbin Hotel. She runs a small Snowy Cabin business (Icescape Cabins) for demons to take a few days to enjoy the cold air at. The area is rather small for an overlord territory, but it’s encapsulated in what looks like to be a giant snowglobe due to her magic to keep it frosty. Her powers are mostly known to be ice based/rapid healing abilities.

She is not known for much, other than her cold attitude and her hate for basically every other overlord. She is prickly and usually hard to deal with. Very rarely having any warmth to her voice, she usually speaks in threats unless it is to an overlord above her ranking.

She is an elk sinner, large rounded ears and soft white fur. Her eyes are of the sky in color but her pupils are slits. Snowflakes dangle and drip from her fur like a living snowstorm. She has hooves as well as a fluffy tail! Her clothing usually resembles that of winter clothing, usually formal.

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Relations (Base Tempest Relations.):

Like: Rosie, AngelDust, Niffty

Neutral: Any Ocs (depending on story may like or dislike), Alastor, Charlie, Lucifer, Husk

Dislike: The Vees, Adam, Baxter, Sir Pentious, anyone else not listed

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Those whom I interact often with (Other RP):

Alastor (Venison) : @theradiodemonofficial , @voice-for-radio

Valentino (Valentin-Bitch) : @i-only-fuck-10s

Vox (Obnoxious TV) : @weatherboy-tvhead , @vincentwhittman-vox

Husk (Drunk Kitty) : @gambling-husker

Charlie (Dear Princess) : @charliemorningstarsblog, @princessxmorningstar

Luci (Dear King) : @motherducking-king

OCs:

@miss-daisy-belle : (oc) Rosie’s sister! 🌼

Other Blogs I Run:

@fashion-diva-vel Velvette (HH)

@project-file-koi - Pressure OC

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Queen Charlie AU (created by the lovely @princessxmorningstar ) tag -> !!the motherfuckin queen of hell

Starter can be found here -> Linky

Tempest Parts:

Part1,

Vincent x Pre-Overlord Tempest AU:

Intro, part1, Part2 , Part3 , part4 , current

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Open RP Starter.

A Rose’s Thorns Fanfic Links:

Intro

RadioFrost Links:

Part1, Part2, Part3, 🥀, Part4 , Part5(discontinued), Part6, Part7, Current

Songs: 🌼 , 🌸 , 🪻

“Now then! Wouldn’t it be fun to let the show begin?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Shark Bite (Private starter, do not interact if not tagged)

@queeofsolitude

Vincent had only been getting more and more attatched to Tempest. To say he liked her was an understatement. He has grown quite clingy towards her.

With how much he invited her over, she basically lived at his place. He loved being close to her. He loved talking to her...

He loved her.

The thought scared him. The last time he felt this way about someone, it didn't end well. It never ended well.

But maybe he had a shot this time. Maybe she liked him too. He knew not to get his hopes up, though.

Maybe his recent upgrade would be appealing, though. He had recently let his obsession with sharks get the better of him and made a bit of an upgrade to his cord tail, replacing it with a shark tail. He really liked it. It was heavier than his old tail, but it made him happier. Maybe Tempest would like it too.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest never seemed to mind Vincent. She never cared that he ran hot and she ran cold, for her the uncomfortable temperature was deafened by her enjoyment of being around him. The elk sinner had doubts, for sure, she was always scared of letting someone in. Vincent seemed to tear down that wall, a wall Tempest was fighting to keep up.

The truth was, she felt exposed and broken. She never truly healed after the cheating, she never truly got over what heartbreak felt like. Pathetic in her own terms, her way of coping was just to distract herself.. the closer Vincent got, the more terrified she was he would leave.

Nonetheless when the overlord called she came, when he invited her over she’d rest with a full stomach. She’d sleep so peacefully, breath rising so slowly it looked like she wasn’t breathing at all.

But now, she knocked on the door with hesitancy. Her fear making her eyes over dilated and her fur spiked. She had a key to his apartment, why was she not using it?

pull yourself together.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Take your time, deer. I’ll be waiting in here.”

[queeofsolitude]

“I’d rather you not meddle with my personal files….” She growled, but her head jerked around as there was yelling.

The overlord left the door open as she went to figure out what was happening, putting Alastor on the back burner and leaving him in the study room alone in the dark.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor quietly cackled to himself, knowing good and well what caused the commotion. However, he found the thought of tempest going on a wild goose chase after practically nothing was hilarious. So, he stayed calm, patient, and waited.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice overlord was gone for some time, the room silent and cold as if holding in a breath. Surely there were meaningful ways to pass the time?

[theradiodemonofficial]

Even the radio demon experiences boredom. He hadn’t expected his pet to have been gone for so long. And if his source of entertainment was gone, he’d simply have to find a new, temporary one. Noticing the papers tempest seemed so focused on, Alastor, after memorizing the order they were stacked in, idly looked and read through them. Something interesting had to be within them.

[queeofsolitude]

The majority were agreements signings: deals for cleaning and keeping up the cabins, paying workers, and very very limited Voxtek technologies. Underneath the agreements were a bunch of rejection notices: they all came from Voxtek and the refusal to allow certain shows into the domain.

The rest of the desk was littered with letters and previous signings, it really was a mess, frost covered across the wooden surface. The majority of the letters were casual of conversation, some were internal affairs on issues, but there was a few sent by Rosie to Tempest, and Verity to Tempest.

The desk also had a few drawers, though mostly empty, one was sealed with ice; a small lock hidden underneath the frost.

[theradiodemonofficial]

While the notes, especially the one from Rosie, piqued his interest, what really caught his attention was the sealed drawer. To curious to leave it be, Alastor conjured a green flame in his hand, holding it close to the ice in an attempt to melt it. He knew he’d have no way to reseal the drawer, so this was a risk. However, one he was willing to take.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice was a little persistent, but overall it melted within minutes. Further yelling downstairs confirmed Tempest would still be busy. Inside the drawer were sealed notes, a few more letters, and a death certificate… actually two. Small splatters of blood covered the edges.

Two offical death certificates for two sinners that were killed during an exterminstion. Felix and Anna Schmid. Their deaths were about three years ago.

Underneath were several photos, mostly from Tempest and her former employers before her growth as an overlord. The elk dinner looked.. different, more collected and calmer almost. Her eyes had that same cold flair, but there was almost a smile and relaxation in her posture. There was possibly some content feelings in the simple life.

In the very corner, there was a small object. It looked to be some old engagement ring, simple and low cost. The band was broken however. No doubt this was from her ex, (if Alastor remembered such details)

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor looked at the death certificates with a grin. He’d remember those names. Other than that, the photos of her before her rise to power had caused Alastor to become even more curious. What could have possibly been better for her back then that’d make her even slightly happier? Then, his eyes found the ring. While tempted to take it in hand, he let it be. However, having seen the name on the death certificates, along with the ring, Alastor quickly put two and two together. Closing the drawer and re-stacking the papers, Alastor left tempest’s office. He had gotten what he came for and more. He left through the lobby’s entrance with a sly grin and a wave, no doubt raising suspicions in the nearby tempest.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest had gave a short glance to him, she was holding a sinner by the collar of their shirt. The yelling was coming from her, when she was finished, she threw them down promptly.

Swiveling her head over to him, the side of her face was scarred, flesh fighting to rebuild itself. Parts of her skull were showing and one eye was twisted.

“boiler room leak.” She said flatly, touching her face in disgust.

“Still glad you came?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor snorted in amusement. Smiling, he answered. “Of course dear! Finally showing me your good side?” He joked, pointing his staff to her heavily scarred face.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord snarled, clawing at the wound to produce more blood. Frost crackling from her movement, her face started to regenerate as she frowned deeply.

“amusing. Really.” She spoke flatly.

“you look much too happy…”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Take your time, deer. I’ll be waiting in here.”

[queeofsolitude]

“I’d rather you not meddle with my personal files….” She growled, but her head jerked around as there was yelling.

The overlord left the door open as she went to figure out what was happening, putting Alastor on the back burner and leaving him in the study room alone in the dark.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor quietly cackled to himself, knowing good and well what caused the commotion. However, he found the thought of tempest going on a wild goose chase after practically nothing was hilarious. So, he stayed calm, patient, and waited.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice overlord was gone for some time, the room silent and cold as if holding in a breath. Surely there were meaningful ways to pass the time?

[theradiodemonofficial]

Even the radio demon experiences boredom. He hadn’t expected his pet to have been gone for so long. And if his source of entertainment was gone, he’d simply have to find a new, temporary one. Noticing the papers tempest seemed so focused on, Alastor, after memorizing the order they were stacked in, idly looked and read through them. Something interesting had to be within them.

[queeofsolitude]

The majority were agreements signings: deals for cleaning and keeping up the cabins, paying workers, and very very limited Voxtek technologies. Underneath the agreements were a bunch of rejection notices: they all came from Voxtek and the refusal to allow certain shows into the domain.

The rest of the desk was littered with letters and previous signings, it really was a mess, frost covered across the wooden surface. The majority of the letters were casual of conversation, some were internal affairs on issues, but there was a few sent by Rosie to Tempest, and Verity to Tempest.

The desk also had a few drawers, though mostly empty, one was sealed with ice; a small lock hidden underneath the frost.

[theradiodemonofficial]

While the notes, especially the one from Rosie, piqued his interest, what really caught his attention was the sealed drawer. To curious to leave it be, Alastor conjured a green flame in his hand, holding it close to the ice in an attempt to melt it. He knew he’d have no way to reseal the drawer, so this was a risk. However, one he was willing to take.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice was a little persistent, but overall it melted within minutes. Further yelling downstairs confirmed Tempest would still be busy. Inside the drawer were sealed notes, a few more letters, and a death certificate… actually two. Small splatters of blood covered the edges.

Two offical death certificates for two sinners that were killed during an exterminstion. Felix and Anna Schmid. Their deaths were about three years ago.

Underneath were several photos, mostly from Tempest and her former employers before her growth as an overlord. The elk dinner looked.. different, more collected and calmer almost. Her eyes had that same cold flair, but there was almost a smile and relaxation in her posture. There was possibly some content feelings in the simple life.

In the very corner, there was a small object. It looked to be some old engagement ring, simple and low cost. The band was broken however. No doubt this was from her ex, (if Alastor remembered such details)

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor looked at the death certificates with a grin. He’d remember those names. Other than that, the photos of her before her rise to power had caused Alastor to become even more curious. What could have possibly been better for her back then that’d make her even slightly happier? Then, his eyes found the ring. While tempted to take it in hand, he let it be. However, having seen the name on the death certificates, along with the ring, Alastor quickly put two and two together. Closing the drawer and re-stacking the papers, Alastor left tempest’s office. He had gotten what he came for and more. He left through the lobby’s entrance with a sly grin and a wave, no doubt raising suspicions in the nearby tempest.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest had gave a short glance to him, she was holding a sinner by the collar of their shirt. The yelling was coming from her, when she was finished, she threw them down promptly.

Swiveling her head over to him, the side of her face was scarred, flesh fighting to rebuild itself. Parts of her skull were showing and one eye was twisted.

“boiler room leak.” She said flatly, touching her face in disgust.

“Still glad you came?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Scream Rain (open rp starter)

Scream rain.

Vincent hated it ever since he first arrived in Hell.

Normal thunder was loud enough. Why did Hell's thunder have to be screaming?

Even the loudest of music couldn't completely drown out the sound of those screams outside his window.

He hated it. He hated jumping and flinching every time a scream came from the clouds outside. Why did it scare him so much? He listened to plenty of screams every day from sinners being killed or tortured by eachother.

So why did the scream rain scare him?

As of now, he was curled up in bed, trembling with fear under a blanket like a scared puppy, wincing and biting back cries every time the rain outside let out a scream.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest was soaked to the bone, she had been out when the rain started. She didn’t even try to go to her apartment, not wanting to have to run into her cranky landlord once again about not being on time for rent. Rather, she used the key Vincent gave her, opening the door into his apartment.

“guess who’s here!!!!” She yelled out, closing the door behind her. She went into the kitchen to dry off.

Tempest hadn’t been avoiding Vox after their.. incident? Her vulnerability was something she was terrified of, but surprisingly she had grown somewhat clingy to him.. in her own.. unique way..

[no1-sharkfan]

There wasn't a response for a little bit.

Then, after a particularly loud scream of thunder, a small, nervous voice spoke up. "Tempest..?"

Vincent peeked his head out from around the corner. He had a blanket wrapped around him. He appeared to have tears in his eyes.

There was another scream of thunder and he flinched, putting his hands over the sides of his head, presumably trying to cover his ears if he had any.

[queeofsolitude]

She was currently curled over the edge of the kitchen sink, wringing out her hair and ears from water, blood? The mixture was unknown to her.

“Not a fan of the noise huh?” Tempest frowned, getting a paper towel to pat her face.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent shook his head. "Loud..." He mumbled.

He glanced at the window and anxiously walked over to it to pull the curtains shut, flinching and whimpering when the rain screamed again.

[queeofsolitude]

“A little rain won’t hurt you bud…” she chuckled softly, throwing away the paper towel.

Tempest sauntered over to him, patting his cheek? The side of his tv head.

“movie to help calm nerves?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent grabbed her hand and held it against the side of his head when she touched him.

He gave a small nod in response to her question.

In all honesty, he didn't care about a movie. He just wanted Tempest to stay with him. She made him feel safer.

[queeofsolitude]

She froze for a moment, as if caught off guard by his movement. Her tail and both ears shot up and seemed almost ruffled despite their damp state. Tempest eventually shook it off, smiling softly.

“well your choice. I’ll be getting a shower first though, hell isn’t exactly the cleanest of places…”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent let out a small whimper when she said she was going toeave him alone for a bit to shower. He'd prefer to not be alone, right now.

There was another loud scream of thunder and he whipped his head around to look at the window. His tail was partially tucked between his legs and partially wrapped around one of his legs.

[queeofsolitude]

“Oh don’t give me that… I’m fucking disgusting…” she tried to joke, patting his head almost playfully.

“though I suppose there is the issue of clothes, that I lack any to change to…So I’ll restrain myself to the floor.”

Tempest looked at him for a moment almost concerned, then she went beside the couch and sat down on the floor, head leaning back against it as she patted the seat behind her for him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent, rather than doing as he was told and taking the couch, curled up on the floor next to her, placing his head in her lap like a dog.

He didn't care that she was wet from the rain. He didn't care that she was cold. He just wanted to be near her.

He still had a blanket wrapped around himself anyway, he could keep himself warm.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at his clingy behavior. Grabbing the remote, she turned the channel to something distracting to it would block out the noise from the stormy weather outside. Her other hand patting the top of his tv-head.

“comfortable?”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Mhm." He gave a small nod. His tail started gently wagging when she pet his head.

He definitely felt safer and more comfortable now that he wasn't alone. However, he still flinched and winced at the screaming rain.

He felt a little pathetic, but his fear of being alone was stronger than his fear of looking weak. Besides, it wasn't like Tempest hadnt seen him a all dumb and pathetic before.

[queeofsolitude]

“I got offered a job, while I was working at that one shitty bar…”

she continued to pet his head, her voice softer now. Lost in thought, her claws flicked at his antenna as she spoke. Tempest didn’t mind his carding behavior, she was busy meddling over other things to care. Besides it gave her a sense of security, that at least he wouldn’t lash out.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent gave a soft hum to let her know he was listening. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her leg gently with his claw. Mostly circles, sometimes stars, even a couple flowers.

He cuddled up closer to her, his antenna twitching occasionally to show he was listening.

[queeofsolitude]

“I mean… it has the works.. food.. a place to stay but….” Tempest frowned, ears flicking.

“I’d rather not give up my soul for such things yeah?”

She didn’t shy away from his touch, the pattern making rather calming somehow. She adjusted her position so it was hopefully a bit more comfortable with his box head to lay there.

[no1-sharkfan]

The mention of soul selling caught his attention. He turned onto his back to look up at her. His eyes were curious, but also concerned.

"They offered a job in exchange for your soul?" He asked. "Who was it? An overlord?"

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest’s ears swiveled forward as she looked down at him.

“yeah… I would think so. I don’t remember much, I think I drank heavily but he smoked heavily….”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm glad you didn't take the deal." He said softly. "If you did, who knows what he would have made you do." He murmured. He squeezed her hand gently. "A lot of overlords down here are horrible toward their souls..."

[queeofsolitude]

“I’m guessing you know him…” she froze slightly as he grabbed her hand, but she dug her claws into his hand to keep them together.

Tempest sighed, leaning her head back against the couch.

“I would be lying if I said I didnt consider it..”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincenrs antennae drooped. His expression filled with concern. His voice lowered.

"It was Alastor, wasn't it?" He asked. He squeezed her hand. "You almost made a deal with Alastor..."

[queeofsolitude]

“Hm? I don’t think so.. he’s described as a radio demon right? This guy didn’t have anything to do with radio.. I don’t think.”

She shook her head,

“But he had to have been wealthy, never seen red smoke come from a cigarette before.”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Red smoke?" He asked, relaxing a bit after hearing it wasn't Alastor. "Probably a new overlord. I don't know any overlords with red smoke."

He shrugged.

[queeofsolitude]

“Hmm.. I dunno, you’ll possibly meet him soon….”

She curled down so that she was laying down as well. Her head was on his shoulder and her body was stretched out opposite of him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent seemed quite calm and at ease with her.

That is until the rain screamed again and he yelped, grabbing her arm instinctively. He let go and apologized.

"Fuck, I hate this weather." He mumbled.

[queeofsolitude]

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent blushed when she cuddled up to him.

"Call me Vincent." He said softly.

[queeofsolitude]

“Comme tu veux, tête de bois” she mumbled as she closed her eyes, ears pinning back.

(whatever you say blockhead)

[no1-sharkfan]

Scream Rain (open rp starter)

Scream rain.

Vincent hated it ever since he first arrived in Hell.

Normal thunder was loud enough. Why did Hell's thunder have to be screaming?

Even the loudest of music couldn't completely drown out the sound of those screams outside his window.

He hated it. He hated jumping and flinching every time a scream came from the clouds outside. Why did it scare him so much? He listened to plenty of screams every day from sinners being killed or tortured by eachother.

So why did the scream rain scare him?

As of now, he was curled up in bed, trembling with fear under a blanket like a scared puppy, wincing and biting back cries every time the rain outside let out a scream.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest was soaked to the bone, she had been out when the rain started. She didn’t even try to go to her apartment, not wanting to have to run into her cranky landlord once again about not being on time for rent. Rather, she used the key Vincent gave her, opening the door into his apartment.

“guess who’s here!!!!” She yelled out, closing the door behind her. She went into the kitchen to dry off.

Tempest hadn’t been avoiding Vox after their.. incident? Her vulnerability was something she was terrified of, but surprisingly she had grown somewhat clingy to him.. in her own.. unique way..

[no1-sharkfan]

There wasn't a response for a little bit.

Then, after a particularly loud scream of thunder, a small, nervous voice spoke up. "Tempest..?"

Vincent peeked his head out from around the corner. He had a blanket wrapped around him. He appeared to have tears in his eyes.

There was another scream of thunder and he flinched, putting his hands over the sides of his head, presumably trying to cover his ears if he had any.

[queeofsolitude]

She was currently curled over the edge of the kitchen sink, wringing out her hair and ears from water, blood? The mixture was unknown to her.

“Not a fan of the noise huh?” Tempest frowned, getting a paper towel to pat her face.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent shook his head. "Loud..." He mumbled.

He glanced at the window and anxiously walked over to it to pull the curtains shut, flinching and whimpering when the rain screamed again.

[queeofsolitude]

“A little rain won’t hurt you bud…” she chuckled softly, throwing away the paper towel.

Tempest sauntered over to him, patting his cheek? The side of his tv head.

“movie to help calm nerves?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent grabbed her hand and held it against the side of his head when she touched him.

He gave a small nod in response to her question.

In all honesty, he didn't care about a movie. He just wanted Tempest to stay with him. She made him feel safer.

[queeofsolitude]

She froze for a moment, as if caught off guard by his movement. Her tail and both ears shot up and seemed almost ruffled despite their damp state. Tempest eventually shook it off, smiling softly.

“well your choice. I’ll be getting a shower first though, hell isn’t exactly the cleanest of places…”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent let out a small whimper when she said she was going toeave him alone for a bit to shower. He'd prefer to not be alone, right now.

There was another loud scream of thunder and he whipped his head around to look at the window. His tail was partially tucked between his legs and partially wrapped around one of his legs.

[queeofsolitude]

“Oh don’t give me that… I’m fucking disgusting…” she tried to joke, patting his head almost playfully.

“though I suppose there is the issue of clothes, that I lack any to change to…So I’ll restrain myself to the floor.”

Tempest looked at him for a moment almost concerned, then she went beside the couch and sat down on the floor, head leaning back against it as she patted the seat behind her for him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent, rather than doing as he was told and taking the couch, curled up on the floor next to her, placing his head in her lap like a dog.

He didn't care that she was wet from the rain. He didn't care that she was cold. He just wanted to be near her.

He still had a blanket wrapped around himself anyway, he could keep himself warm.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at his clingy behavior. Grabbing the remote, she turned the channel to something distracting to it would block out the noise from the stormy weather outside. Her other hand patting the top of his tv-head.

“comfortable?”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Mhm." He gave a small nod. His tail started gently wagging when she pet his head.

He definitely felt safer and more comfortable now that he wasn't alone. However, he still flinched and winced at the screaming rain.

He felt a little pathetic, but his fear of being alone was stronger than his fear of looking weak. Besides, it wasn't like Tempest hadnt seen him a all dumb and pathetic before.

[queeofsolitude]

“I got offered a job, while I was working at that one shitty bar…”

she continued to pet his head, her voice softer now. Lost in thought, her claws flicked at his antenna as she spoke. Tempest didn’t mind his carding behavior, she was busy meddling over other things to care. Besides it gave her a sense of security, that at least he wouldn’t lash out.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent gave a soft hum to let her know he was listening. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her leg gently with his claw. Mostly circles, sometimes stars, even a couple flowers.

He cuddled up closer to her, his antenna twitching occasionally to show he was listening.

[queeofsolitude]

“I mean… it has the works.. food.. a place to stay but….” Tempest frowned, ears flicking.

“I’d rather not give up my soul for such things yeah?”

She didn’t shy away from his touch, the pattern making rather calming somehow. She adjusted her position so it was hopefully a bit more comfortable with his box head to lay there.

[no1-sharkfan]

The mention of soul selling caught his attention. He turned onto his back to look up at her. His eyes were curious, but also concerned.

"They offered a job in exchange for your soul?" He asked. "Who was it? An overlord?"

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest’s ears swiveled forward as she looked down at him.

“yeah… I would think so. I don’t remember much, I think I drank heavily but he smoked heavily….”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm glad you didn't take the deal." He said softly. "If you did, who knows what he would have made you do." He murmured. He squeezed her hand gently. "A lot of overlords down here are horrible toward their souls..."

[queeofsolitude]

“I’m guessing you know him…” she froze slightly as he grabbed her hand, but she dug her claws into his hand to keep them together.

Tempest sighed, leaning her head back against the couch.

“I would be lying if I said I didnt consider it..”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincenrs antennae drooped. His expression filled with concern. His voice lowered.

"It was Alastor, wasn't it?" He asked. He squeezed her hand. "You almost made a deal with Alastor..."

[queeofsolitude]

“Hm? I don’t think so.. he’s described as a radio demon right? This guy didn’t have anything to do with radio.. I don’t think.”

She shook her head,

“But he had to have been wealthy, never seen red smoke come from a cigarette before.”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Red smoke?" He asked, relaxing a bit after hearing it wasn't Alastor. "Probably a new overlord. I don't know any overlords with red smoke."

He shrugged.

[queeofsolitude]

“Hmm.. I dunno, you’ll possibly meet him soon….”

She curled down so that she was laying down as well. Her head was on his shoulder and her body was stretched out opposite of him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent seemed quite calm and at ease with her.

That is until the rain screamed again and he yelped, grabbing her arm instinctively. He let go and apologized.

"Fuck, I hate this weather." He mumbled.

[queeofsolitude]

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Take your time, deer. I’ll be waiting in here.”

[queeofsolitude]

“I’d rather you not meddle with my personal files….” She growled, but her head jerked around as there was yelling.

The overlord left the door open as she went to figure out what was happening, putting Alastor on the back burner and leaving him in the study room alone in the dark.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor quietly cackled to himself, knowing good and well what caused the commotion. However, he found the thought of tempest going on a wild goose chase after practically nothing was hilarious. So, he stayed calm, patient, and waited.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice overlord was gone for some time, the room silent and cold as if holding in a breath. Surely there were meaningful ways to pass the time?

[theradiodemonofficial]

Even the radio demon experiences boredom. He hadn’t expected his pet to have been gone for so long. And if his source of entertainment was gone, he’d simply have to find a new, temporary one. Noticing the papers tempest seemed so focused on, Alastor, after memorizing the order they were stacked in, idly looked and read through them. Something interesting had to be within them.

[queeofsolitude]

The majority were agreements signings: deals for cleaning and keeping up the cabins, paying workers, and very very limited Voxtek technologies. Underneath the agreements were a bunch of rejection notices: they all came from Voxtek and the refusal to allow certain shows into the domain.

The rest of the desk was littered with letters and previous signings, it really was a mess, frost covered across the wooden surface. The majority of the letters were casual of conversation, some were internal affairs on issues, but there was a few sent by Rosie to Tempest, and Verity to Tempest.

The desk also had a few drawers, though mostly empty, one was sealed with ice; a small lock hidden underneath the frost.

[theradiodemonofficial]

While the notes, especially the one from Rosie, piqued his interest, what really caught his attention was the sealed drawer. To curious to leave it be, Alastor conjured a green flame in his hand, holding it close to the ice in an attempt to melt it. He knew he’d have no way to reseal the drawer, so this was a risk. However, one he was willing to take.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice was a little persistent, but overall it melted within minutes. Further yelling downstairs confirmed Tempest would still be busy. Inside the drawer were sealed notes, a few more letters, and a death certificate… actually two. Small splatters of blood covered the edges.

Two offical death certificates for two sinners that were killed during an exterminstion. Felix and Anna Schmid. Their deaths were about three years ago.

Underneath were several photos, mostly from Tempest and her former employers before her growth as an overlord. The elk dinner looked.. different, more collected and calmer almost. Her eyes had that same cold flair, but there was almost a smile and relaxation in her posture. There was possibly some content feelings in the simple life.

In the very corner, there was a small object. It looked to be some old engagement ring, simple and low cost. The band was broken however. No doubt this was from her ex, (if Alastor remembered such details)

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Take your time, deer. I’ll be waiting in here.”

[queeofsolitude]

“I’d rather you not meddle with my personal files….” She growled, but her head jerked around as there was yelling.

The overlord left the door open as she went to figure out what was happening, putting Alastor on the back burner and leaving him in the study room alone in the dark.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor quietly cackled to himself, knowing good and well what caused the commotion. However, he found the thought of tempest going on a wild goose chase after practically nothing was hilarious. So, he stayed calm, patient, and waited.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice overlord was gone for some time, the room silent and cold as if holding in a breath. Surely there were meaningful ways to pass the time?

[theradiodemonofficial]

Even the radio demon experiences boredom. He hadn’t expected his pet to have been gone for so long. And if his source of entertainment was gone, he’d simply have to find a new, temporary one. Noticing the papers tempest seemed so focused on, Alastor, after memorizing the order they were stacked in, idly looked and read through them. Something interesting had to be within them.

[queeofsolitude]

The majority were agreements signings: deals for cleaning and keeping up the cabins, paying workers, and very very limited Voxtek technologies. Underneath the agreements were a bunch of rejection notices: they all came from Voxtek and the refusal to allow certain shows into the domain.

The rest of the desk was littered with letters and previous signings, it really was a mess, frost covered across the wooden surface. The majority of the letters were casual of conversation, some were internal affairs on issues, but there was a few sent by Rosie to Tempest, and Verity to Tempest.

The desk also had a few drawers, though mostly empty, one was sealed with ice; a small lock hidden underneath the frost.

[no1-sharkfan]

Scream Rain (open rp starter)

Scream rain.

Vincent hated it ever since he first arrived in Hell.

Normal thunder was loud enough. Why did Hell's thunder have to be screaming?

Even the loudest of music couldn't completely drown out the sound of those screams outside his window.

He hated it. He hated jumping and flinching every time a scream came from the clouds outside. Why did it scare him so much? He listened to plenty of screams every day from sinners being killed or tortured by eachother.

So why did the scream rain scare him?

As of now, he was curled up in bed, trembling with fear under a blanket like a scared puppy, wincing and biting back cries every time the rain outside let out a scream.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest was soaked to the bone, she had been out when the rain started. She didn’t even try to go to her apartment, not wanting to have to run into her cranky landlord once again about not being on time for rent. Rather, she used the key Vincent gave her, opening the door into his apartment.

“guess who’s here!!!!” She yelled out, closing the door behind her. She went into the kitchen to dry off.

Tempest hadn’t been avoiding Vox after their.. incident? Her vulnerability was something she was terrified of, but surprisingly she had grown somewhat clingy to him.. in her own.. unique way..

[no1-sharkfan]

There wasn't a response for a little bit.

Then, after a particularly loud scream of thunder, a small, nervous voice spoke up. "Tempest..?"

Vincent peeked his head out from around the corner. He had a blanket wrapped around him. He appeared to have tears in his eyes.

There was another scream of thunder and he flinched, putting his hands over the sides of his head, presumably trying to cover his ears if he had any.

[queeofsolitude]

She was currently curled over the edge of the kitchen sink, wringing out her hair and ears from water, blood? The mixture was unknown to her.

“Not a fan of the noise huh?” Tempest frowned, getting a paper towel to pat her face.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent shook his head. "Loud..." He mumbled.

He glanced at the window and anxiously walked over to it to pull the curtains shut, flinching and whimpering when the rain screamed again.

[queeofsolitude]

“A little rain won’t hurt you bud…” she chuckled softly, throwing away the paper towel.

Tempest sauntered over to him, patting his cheek? The side of his tv head.

“movie to help calm nerves?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent grabbed her hand and held it against the side of his head when she touched him.

He gave a small nod in response to her question.

In all honesty, he didn't care about a movie. He just wanted Tempest to stay with him. She made him feel safer.

[queeofsolitude]

She froze for a moment, as if caught off guard by his movement. Her tail and both ears shot up and seemed almost ruffled despite their damp state. Tempest eventually shook it off, smiling softly.

“well your choice. I’ll be getting a shower first though, hell isn’t exactly the cleanest of places…”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent let out a small whimper when she said she was going toeave him alone for a bit to shower. He'd prefer to not be alone, right now.

There was another loud scream of thunder and he whipped his head around to look at the window. His tail was partially tucked between his legs and partially wrapped around one of his legs.

[queeofsolitude]

“Oh don’t give me that… I’m fucking disgusting…” she tried to joke, patting his head almost playfully.

“though I suppose there is the issue of clothes, that I lack any to change to…So I’ll restrain myself to the floor.”

Tempest looked at him for a moment almost concerned, then she went beside the couch and sat down on the floor, head leaning back against it as she patted the seat behind her for him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent, rather than doing as he was told and taking the couch, curled up on the floor next to her, placing his head in her lap like a dog.

He didn't care that she was wet from the rain. He didn't care that she was cold. He just wanted to be near her.

He still had a blanket wrapped around himself anyway, he could keep himself warm.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at his clingy behavior. Grabbing the remote, she turned the channel to something distracting to it would block out the noise from the stormy weather outside. Her other hand patting the top of his tv-head.

“comfortable?”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Mhm." He gave a small nod. His tail started gently wagging when she pet his head.

He definitely felt safer and more comfortable now that he wasn't alone. However, he still flinched and winced at the screaming rain.

He felt a little pathetic, but his fear of being alone was stronger than his fear of looking weak. Besides, it wasn't like Tempest hadnt seen him a all dumb and pathetic before.

[queeofsolitude]

“I got offered a job, while I was working at that one shitty bar…”

she continued to pet his head, her voice softer now. Lost in thought, her claws flicked at his antenna as she spoke. Tempest didn’t mind his carding behavior, she was busy meddling over other things to care. Besides it gave her a sense of security, that at least he wouldn’t lash out.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent gave a soft hum to let her know he was listening. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her leg gently with his claw. Mostly circles, sometimes stars, even a couple flowers.

He cuddled up closer to her, his antenna twitching occasionally to show he was listening.

[queeofsolitude]

“I mean… it has the works.. food.. a place to stay but….” Tempest frowned, ears flicking.

“I’d rather not give up my soul for such things yeah?”

She didn’t shy away from his touch, the pattern making rather calming somehow. She adjusted her position so it was hopefully a bit more comfortable with his box head to lay there.

[no1-sharkfan]

The mention of soul selling caught his attention. He turned onto his back to look up at her. His eyes were curious, but also concerned.

"They offered a job in exchange for your soul?" He asked. "Who was it? An overlord?"

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest’s ears swiveled forward as she looked down at him.

“yeah… I would think so. I don’t remember much, I think I drank heavily but he smoked heavily….”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm glad you didn't take the deal." He said softly. "If you did, who knows what he would have made you do." He murmured. He squeezed her hand gently. "A lot of overlords down here are horrible toward their souls..."

[queeofsolitude]

“I’m guessing you know him…” she froze slightly as he grabbed her hand, but she dug her claws into his hand to keep them together.

Tempest sighed, leaning her head back against the couch.

“I would be lying if I said I didnt consider it..”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincenrs antennae drooped. His expression filled with concern. His voice lowered.

"It was Alastor, wasn't it?" He asked. He squeezed her hand. "You almost made a deal with Alastor..."

[queeofsolitude]

“Hm? I don’t think so.. he’s described as a radio demon right? This guy didn’t have anything to do with radio.. I don’t think.”

She shook her head,

“But he had to have been wealthy, never seen red smoke come from a cigarette before.”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Red smoke?" He asked, relaxing a bit after hearing it wasn't Alastor. "Probably a new overlord. I don't know any overlords with red smoke."

He shrugged.

[queeofsolitude]

“Hmm.. I dunno, you’ll possibly meet him soon….”

She curled down so that she was laying down as well. Her head was on his shoulder and her body was stretched out opposite of him.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Take your time, deer. I’ll be waiting in here.”

[queeofsolitude]

“I’d rather you not meddle with my personal files….” She growled, but her head jerked around as there was yelling.

The overlord left the door open as she went to figure out what was happening, putting Alastor on the back burner and leaving him in the study room alone in the dark.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor quietly cackled to himself, knowing good and well what caused the commotion. However, he found the thought of tempest going on a wild goose chase after practically nothing was hilarious. So, he stayed calm, patient, and waited.

[queeofsolitude]

The ice overlord was gone for some time, the room silent and cold as if holding in a breath. Surely there were meaningful ways to pass the time?

[no1-sharkfan]

Scream Rain (open rp starter)

Scream rain.

Vincent hated it ever since he first arrived in Hell.

Normal thunder was loud enough. Why did Hell's thunder have to be screaming?

Even the loudest of music couldn't completely drown out the sound of those screams outside his window.

He hated it. He hated jumping and flinching every time a scream came from the clouds outside. Why did it scare him so much? He listened to plenty of screams every day from sinners being killed or tortured by eachother.

So why did the scream rain scare him?

As of now, he was curled up in bed, trembling with fear under a blanket like a scared puppy, wincing and biting back cries every time the rain outside let out a scream.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest was soaked to the bone, she had been out when the rain started. She didn’t even try to go to her apartment, not wanting to have to run into her cranky landlord once again about not being on time for rent. Rather, she used the key Vincent gave her, opening the door into his apartment.

“guess who’s here!!!!” She yelled out, closing the door behind her. She went into the kitchen to dry off.

Tempest hadn’t been avoiding Vox after their.. incident? Her vulnerability was something she was terrified of, but surprisingly she had grown somewhat clingy to him.. in her own.. unique way..

[no1-sharkfan]

There wasn't a response for a little bit.

Then, after a particularly loud scream of thunder, a small, nervous voice spoke up. "Tempest..?"

Vincent peeked his head out from around the corner. He had a blanket wrapped around him. He appeared to have tears in his eyes.

There was another scream of thunder and he flinched, putting his hands over the sides of his head, presumably trying to cover his ears if he had any.

[queeofsolitude]

She was currently curled over the edge of the kitchen sink, wringing out her hair and ears from water, blood? The mixture was unknown to her.

“Not a fan of the noise huh?” Tempest frowned, getting a paper towel to pat her face.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent shook his head. "Loud..." He mumbled.

He glanced at the window and anxiously walked over to it to pull the curtains shut, flinching and whimpering when the rain screamed again.

[queeofsolitude]

“A little rain won’t hurt you bud…” she chuckled softly, throwing away the paper towel.

Tempest sauntered over to him, patting his cheek? The side of his tv head.

“movie to help calm nerves?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent grabbed her hand and held it against the side of his head when she touched him.

He gave a small nod in response to her question.

In all honesty, he didn't care about a movie. He just wanted Tempest to stay with him. She made him feel safer.

[queeofsolitude]

She froze for a moment, as if caught off guard by his movement. Her tail and both ears shot up and seemed almost ruffled despite their damp state. Tempest eventually shook it off, smiling softly.

“well your choice. I’ll be getting a shower first though, hell isn’t exactly the cleanest of places…”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent let out a small whimper when she said she was going toeave him alone for a bit to shower. He'd prefer to not be alone, right now.

There was another loud scream of thunder and he whipped his head around to look at the window. His tail was partially tucked between his legs and partially wrapped around one of his legs.

[queeofsolitude]

“Oh don’t give me that… I’m fucking disgusting…” she tried to joke, patting his head almost playfully.

“though I suppose there is the issue of clothes, that I lack any to change to…So I’ll restrain myself to the floor.”

Tempest looked at him for a moment almost concerned, then she went beside the couch and sat down on the floor, head leaning back against it as she patted the seat behind her for him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent, rather than doing as he was told and taking the couch, curled up on the floor next to her, placing his head in her lap like a dog.

He didn't care that she was wet from the rain. He didn't care that she was cold. He just wanted to be near her.

He still had a blanket wrapped around himself anyway, he could keep himself warm.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at his clingy behavior. Grabbing the remote, she turned the channel to something distracting to it would block out the noise from the stormy weather outside. Her other hand patting the top of his tv-head.

“comfortable?”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Mhm." He gave a small nod. His tail started gently wagging when she pet his head.

He definitely felt safer and more comfortable now that he wasn't alone. However, he still flinched and winced at the screaming rain.

He felt a little pathetic, but his fear of being alone was stronger than his fear of looking weak. Besides, it wasn't like Tempest hadnt seen him a all dumb and pathetic before.

[queeofsolitude]

“I got offered a job, while I was working at that one shitty bar…”

she continued to pet his head, her voice softer now. Lost in thought, her claws flicked at his antenna as she spoke. Tempest didn’t mind his carding behavior, she was busy meddling over other things to care. Besides it gave her a sense of security, that at least he wouldn’t lash out.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent gave a soft hum to let her know he was listening. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her leg gently with his claw. Mostly circles, sometimes stars, even a couple flowers.

He cuddled up closer to her, his antenna twitching occasionally to show he was listening.

[queeofsolitude]

“I mean… it has the works.. food.. a place to stay but….” Tempest frowned, ears flicking.

“I’d rather not give up my soul for such things yeah?”

She didn’t shy away from his touch, the pattern making rather calming somehow. She adjusted her position so it was hopefully a bit more comfortable with his box head to lay there.

[no1-sharkfan]

The mention of soul selling caught his attention. He turned onto his back to look up at her. His eyes were curious, but also concerned.

"They offered a job in exchange for your soul?" He asked. "Who was it? An overlord?"

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest’s ears swiveled forward as she looked down at him.

“yeah… I would think so. I don’t remember much, I think I drank heavily but he smoked heavily….”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm glad you didn't take the deal." He said softly. "If you did, who knows what he would have made you do." He murmured. He squeezed her hand gently. "A lot of overlords down here are horrible toward their souls..."

[queeofsolitude]

“I’m guessing you know him…” she froze slightly as he grabbed her hand, but she dug her claws into his hand to keep them together.

Tempest sighed, leaning her head back against the couch.

“I would be lying if I said I didnt consider it..”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincenrs antennae drooped. His expression filled with concern. His voice lowered.

"It was Alastor, wasn't it?" He asked. He squeezed her hand. "You almost made a deal with Alastor..."

[queeofsolitude]

“Hm? I don’t think so.. he’s described as a radio demon right? This guy didn’t have anything to do with radio.. I don’t think.”

She shook her head,

“But he had to have been wealthy, never seen red smoke come from a cigarette before.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Take your time, deer. I’ll be waiting in here.”

[queeofsolitude]

“I’d rather you not meddle with my personal files….” She growled, but her head jerked around as there was yelling.

The overlord left the door open as she went to figure out what was happening, putting Alastor on the back burner and leaving him in the study room alone in the dark.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor growled in irritation as she grabbed his cheek, turning to watch her approach the windows. “She’s exceptionally foolish in that regard. Nothing she tries will change what sinners are.”

[queeofsolitude]

“For once I agree with you Alastor,” as she shut the curtains, the room was engulfed with darkness. Tempest opened the door, gesturing forward, “I have to check to see if the weather regulation is working correctly….”

[no1-sharkfan]

Scream Rain (open rp starter)

Scream rain.

Vincent hated it ever since he first arrived in Hell.

Normal thunder was loud enough. Why did Hell's thunder have to be screaming?

Even the loudest of music couldn't completely drown out the sound of those screams outside his window.

He hated it. He hated jumping and flinching every time a scream came from the clouds outside. Why did it scare him so much? He listened to plenty of screams every day from sinners being killed or tortured by eachother.

So why did the scream rain scare him?

As of now, he was curled up in bed, trembling with fear under a blanket like a scared puppy, wincing and biting back cries every time the rain outside let out a scream.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest was soaked to the bone, she had been out when the rain started. She didn’t even try to go to her apartment, not wanting to have to run into her cranky landlord once again about not being on time for rent. Rather, she used the key Vincent gave her, opening the door into his apartment.

“guess who’s here!!!!” She yelled out, closing the door behind her. She went into the kitchen to dry off.

Tempest hadn’t been avoiding Vox after their.. incident? Her vulnerability was something she was terrified of, but surprisingly she had grown somewhat clingy to him.. in her own.. unique way..

[no1-sharkfan]

There wasn't a response for a little bit.

Then, after a particularly loud scream of thunder, a small, nervous voice spoke up. "Tempest..?"

Vincent peeked his head out from around the corner. He had a blanket wrapped around him. He appeared to have tears in his eyes.

There was another scream of thunder and he flinched, putting his hands over the sides of his head, presumably trying to cover his ears if he had any.

[queeofsolitude]

She was currently curled over the edge of the kitchen sink, wringing out her hair and ears from water, blood? The mixture was unknown to her.

“Not a fan of the noise huh?” Tempest frowned, getting a paper towel to pat her face.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent shook his head. "Loud..." He mumbled.

He glanced at the window and anxiously walked over to it to pull the curtains shut, flinching and whimpering when the rain screamed again.

[queeofsolitude]

“A little rain won’t hurt you bud…” she chuckled softly, throwing away the paper towel.

Tempest sauntered over to him, patting his cheek? The side of his tv head.

“movie to help calm nerves?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent grabbed her hand and held it against the side of his head when she touched him.

He gave a small nod in response to her question.

In all honesty, he didn't care about a movie. He just wanted Tempest to stay with him. She made him feel safer.

[queeofsolitude]

She froze for a moment, as if caught off guard by his movement. Her tail and both ears shot up and seemed almost ruffled despite their damp state. Tempest eventually shook it off, smiling softly.

“well your choice. I’ll be getting a shower first though, hell isn’t exactly the cleanest of places…”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent let out a small whimper when she said she was going toeave him alone for a bit to shower. He'd prefer to not be alone, right now.

There was another loud scream of thunder and he whipped his head around to look at the window. His tail was partially tucked between his legs and partially wrapped around one of his legs.

[queeofsolitude]

“Oh don’t give me that… I’m fucking disgusting…” she tried to joke, patting his head almost playfully.

“though I suppose there is the issue of clothes, that I lack any to change to…So I’ll restrain myself to the floor.”

Tempest looked at him for a moment almost concerned, then she went beside the couch and sat down on the floor, head leaning back against it as she patted the seat behind her for him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent, rather than doing as he was told and taking the couch, curled up on the floor next to her, placing his head in her lap like a dog.

He didn't care that she was wet from the rain. He didn't care that she was cold. He just wanted to be near her.

He still had a blanket wrapped around himself anyway, he could keep himself warm.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at his clingy behavior. Grabbing the remote, she turned the channel to something distracting to it would block out the noise from the stormy weather outside. Her other hand patting the top of his tv-head.

“comfortable?”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Mhm." He gave a small nod. His tail started gently wagging when she pet his head.

He definitely felt safer and more comfortable now that he wasn't alone. However, he still flinched and winced at the screaming rain.

He felt a little pathetic, but his fear of being alone was stronger than his fear of looking weak. Besides, it wasn't like Tempest hadnt seen him a all dumb and pathetic before.

[queeofsolitude]

“I got offered a job, while I was working at that one shitty bar…”

she continued to pet his head, her voice softer now. Lost in thought, her claws flicked at his antenna as she spoke. Tempest didn’t mind his carding behavior, she was busy meddling over other things to care. Besides it gave her a sense of security, that at least he wouldn’t lash out.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent gave a soft hum to let her know he was listening. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her leg gently with his claw. Mostly circles, sometimes stars, even a couple flowers.

He cuddled up closer to her, his antenna twitching occasionally to show he was listening.

[queeofsolitude]

“I mean… it has the works.. food.. a place to stay but….” Tempest frowned, ears flicking.

“I’d rather not give up my soul for such things yeah?”

She didn’t shy away from his touch, the pattern making rather calming somehow. She adjusted her position so it was hopefully a bit more comfortable with his box head to lay there.

[no1-sharkfan]

The mention of soul selling caught his attention. He turned onto his back to look up at her. His eyes were curious, but also concerned.

"They offered a job in exchange for your soul?" He asked. "Who was it? An overlord?"

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest’s ears swiveled forward as she looked down at him.

“yeah… I would think so. I don’t remember much, I think I drank heavily but he smoked heavily….”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent took her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm glad you didn't take the deal." He said softly. "If you did, who knows what he would have made you do." He murmured. He squeezed her hand gently. "A lot of overlords down here are horrible toward their souls..."

[queeofsolitude]

“I’m guessing you know him…” she froze slightly as he grabbed her hand, but she dug her claws into his hand to keep them together.

Tempest sighed, leaning her head back against the couch.

“I would be lying if I said I didnt consider it..”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor rolled his eyes at the mention of the Hazbin hotel, the mere thought of it causing him irritation. “It’s going as well as it can.” He responded both vaguely and dryly.

[queeofsolitude]

The elk overlord stood, grabbing his cheek like he did to her earlier, voice slightly condensing.

“oh don’t speak so ill of that shitshow… it’s slightly endearing… in the thought that the princess actually believes she could make a difference…”

She let him go promptly, walking past him to lose the curtains over the windows. Probably setting up th room for departure.

[no1-sharkfan]

Scream Rain (open rp starter)

Scream rain.

Vincent hated it ever since he first arrived in Hell.

Normal thunder was loud enough. Why did Hell's thunder have to be screaming?

Even the loudest of music couldn't completely drown out the sound of those screams outside his window.

He hated it. He hated jumping and flinching every time a scream came from the clouds outside. Why did it scare him so much? He listened to plenty of screams every day from sinners being killed or tortured by eachother.

So why did the scream rain scare him?

As of now, he was curled up in bed, trembling with fear under a blanket like a scared puppy, wincing and biting back cries every time the rain outside let out a scream.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest was soaked to the bone, she had been out when the rain started. She didn’t even try to go to her apartment, not wanting to have to run into her cranky landlord once again about not being on time for rent. Rather, she used the key Vincent gave her, opening the door into his apartment.

“guess who’s here!!!!” She yelled out, closing the door behind her. She went into the kitchen to dry off.

Tempest hadn’t been avoiding Vox after their.. incident? Her vulnerability was something she was terrified of, but surprisingly she had grown somewhat clingy to him.. in her own.. unique way..

[no1-sharkfan]

There wasn't a response for a little bit.

Then, after a particularly loud scream of thunder, a small, nervous voice spoke up. "Tempest..?"

Vincent peeked his head out from around the corner. He had a blanket wrapped around him. He appeared to have tears in his eyes.

There was another scream of thunder and he flinched, putting his hands over the sides of his head, presumably trying to cover his ears if he had any.

[queeofsolitude]

She was currently curled over the edge of the kitchen sink, wringing out her hair and ears from water, blood? The mixture was unknown to her.

“Not a fan of the noise huh?” Tempest frowned, getting a paper towel to pat her face.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent shook his head. "Loud..." He mumbled.

He glanced at the window and anxiously walked over to it to pull the curtains shut, flinching and whimpering when the rain screamed again.

[queeofsolitude]

“A little rain won’t hurt you bud…” she chuckled softly, throwing away the paper towel.

Tempest sauntered over to him, patting his cheek? The side of his tv head.

“movie to help calm nerves?”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent grabbed her hand and held it against the side of his head when she touched him.

He gave a small nod in response to her question.

In all honesty, he didn't care about a movie. He just wanted Tempest to stay with him. She made him feel safer.

[queeofsolitude]

She froze for a moment, as if caught off guard by his movement. Her tail and both ears shot up and seemed almost ruffled despite their damp state. Tempest eventually shook it off, smiling softly.

“well your choice. I’ll be getting a shower first though, hell isn’t exactly the cleanest of places…”

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent let out a small whimper when she said she was going toeave him alone for a bit to shower. He'd prefer to not be alone, right now.

There was another loud scream of thunder and he whipped his head around to look at the window. His tail was partially tucked between his legs and partially wrapped around one of his legs.

[queeofsolitude]

“Oh don’t give me that… I’m fucking disgusting…” she tried to joke, patting his head almost playfully.

“though I suppose there is the issue of clothes, that I lack any to change to…So I’ll restrain myself to the floor.”

Tempest looked at him for a moment almost concerned, then she went beside the couch and sat down on the floor, head leaning back against it as she patted the seat behind her for him.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent, rather than doing as he was told and taking the couch, curled up on the floor next to her, placing his head in her lap like a dog.

He didn't care that she was wet from the rain. He didn't care that she was cold. He just wanted to be near her.

He still had a blanket wrapped around himself anyway, he could keep himself warm.

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest chuckled softly, rolling her eyes at his clingy behavior. Grabbing the remote, she turned the channel to something distracting to it would block out the noise from the stormy weather outside. Her other hand patting the top of his tv-head.

“comfortable?”

[no1-sharkfan]

"Mhm." He gave a small nod. His tail started gently wagging when she pet his head.

He definitely felt safer and more comfortable now that he wasn't alone. However, he still flinched and winced at the screaming rain.

He felt a little pathetic, but his fear of being alone was stronger than his fear of looking weak. Besides, it wasn't like Tempest hadnt seen him a all dumb and pathetic before.

[queeofsolitude]

“I got offered a job, while I was working at that one shitty bar…”

she continued to pet his head, her voice softer now. Lost in thought, her claws flicked at his antenna as she spoke. Tempest didn’t mind his carding behavior, she was busy meddling over other things to care. Besides it gave her a sense of security, that at least he wouldn’t lash out.

[no1-sharkfan]

Vincent gave a soft hum to let her know he was listening. He absentmindedly traced patterns on her leg gently with his claw. Mostly circles, sometimes stars, even a couple flowers.

He cuddled up closer to her, his antenna twitching occasionally to show he was listening.

[queeofsolitude]

“I mean… it has the works.. food.. a place to stay but….” Tempest frowned, ears flicking.

“I’d rather not give up my soul for such things yeah?”

She didn’t shy away from his touch, the pattern making rather calming somehow. She adjusted her position so it was hopefully a bit more comfortable with his box head to lay there.

[no1-sharkfan]

The mention of soul selling caught his attention. He turned onto his back to look up at her. His eyes were curious, but also concerned.

"They offered a job in exchange for your soul?" He asked. "Who was it? An overlord?"

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest’s ears swiveled forward as she looked down at him.

“yeah… I would think so. I don’t remember much, I think I drank heavily but he smoked heavily….”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest wasn’t exactly surprised when her secretary was alerting her that there was an overlord visitor. She could sense his presence despite the cold atmosphere of the dome.

The elk sinner was sitting at a chair at her desk, doing paperwork. A small duck, similar to her own stature sat perched along the corner of her desk. No doubt a gift from Luci. She dipped her head in acknowledgment to the dinosaur like sinner who was her secretary, waving her away.

“I’m aware, he can come in…”

@theradiodemonofficial

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Your workers are surprisingly pleasant to be around.” Out of literally nowhere, Alastor appears behind her, already present. “As always, you forgot heat exists.”

[queeofsolitude]

The secretary left rather promptly, out of fear or respect, it wasn’t clear. Tempest however sighed, setting a stack of papers recently signed to the side. She spun her chair to raise a brow at him, crossing one leg over the other as she clasped her hands together.

“what do I owe the.. pleasure with your presence Alastor?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“I simply came to check upon you dear!” His constantly present grin widened, slightly unsettling when paired with his surprisingly jolly voice. Though unlike Alastor, it was impossible to tell whether or not he was lying. “Besides, I can’t let my ring do everything for me.”

[queeofsolitude]

She frowned, a stark contrast between him and her in expression. Though she shrugged and spun back to do paperwork, her back to him. Despite their previous encounter, she seemed rather calm.

“I suppose you are right, about the rings..” she held out her claws to let the cold light of the nearby window to catch the red stone. The rest of the room was dark and rather gloomy.

“But I guess you aren’t only here to.. check in as you claim…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You catch on fast.” He complimented, pointing a finger as he circled her and her desk. “You see deer, your territory is my territory. I simply want to make sure that everything is up and running well. And that the obnoxious box head hasn’t been bothering it.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Your concern makes me feel so cared for” her tone was sarcastic, she rolled her eyes slightly.

“though it is nice that we both haves mutual distain for the television man… refreshments? Though last time I offered you alcohol in my own home you called me pathetic.”

she laced her fingers together and propped her head atop them, smiling almost sweetly, but it had a passive aggressive tone. Her attitude spurned from.. curiosity, and confusion. She couldn’t understand him. And it drove her mad.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“No thank you dear. I’ll pass.” Alastor calmly rejected her offer, having mostly forgotten of his last visit until she brought it up. He matched her passive aggressive attitude with his own, his grin widening in a ‘kind’ manner.

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed, looking back at her papers for a moment before staring back at him.

“Why didn’t you let Valentino fight me? We both know I have the capabilities to win against the daft fool. Do not excuse your actions about ownership….”

Tempest raised a brow, tone going from snarky to rather genuine. A desperate attempt to figure out his strange behavior. She glanced at his shadow on the floor.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor paused, seemingly thinking of a response, before answering. “Perhaps at your best, you could have. But you were in no condition for conflict. And it showed.”

[queeofsolitude]

“What made you think that?” She turned her head to the side, eyes rounding slightly.

“my anger does not prohibit me from fighting, if anything it aids in it…”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“You were drunk, dear.” He stated firmly. “And the way Valentino was handling the situation was enough to show how that encounter would have gone had I not showed up. You need to be more careful.”

[queeofsolitude]

Tempest seemed to meddle over his words for a moment. Her expression blank as she seemed to recount the night and his explanation. After finding it valid enough she dipped her head.

“I suppose, but I am guessing you wish for me to express gratitude for your newfound interest in keeping my wellbeing?…”

she laid back slightly in the chair, resting her arms along the sides of it. Ears flicking leisurely.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“That would be nice, yes.” He responded in a jesting tone. While he meant what he said, it was clear he’d have no qualms if she had decided against it.

[queeofsolitude]

The overlord smiled just slightly, at least finding the situation partially amusing. She moved the rubber duck gift over to a shelf before stacking her messy papers into a neat stack to finally clean things up.

“then I thank you. For being so caring for my wellbeing.” It was partially sarcastic, but there was something earnest beneath her words. She stared at a specific speck on the table. Not really trying to clean it, but rather using it as an excuse to not see his smug face.

[theradiodemonofficial]

“Anytime my dear!” Alastor hurried to her side, pinching her cheek mock affectionately. His tone was very clearly sarcastic, yet carried a cheerful tone.

[queeofsolitude]

She scoffed, swatting his hand away in slight annoyance.

“awfully happy today. Did you make someone suffer?”

[theradiodemonofficial]

“HA! But no my dear. I’ve simply decided that if I want this partnership to thrive, I have to treat you like my equal.”

[queeofsolitude]

[theradiodemonofficial]

“It’s all me dear!” He yelled out, pointing his staff upwards dramatically. “I’m not an ant. I’m capable of changing if need be.”

[queeofsolitude]

She hummed dryly, ears pinning down at the possible static screech with his words. Not a big fan of loud noises..

“well at least you are an adaptable creature…” she murmured, dragging her claws from out of the sides of the chair when she accidentally hooked them.

“But since you came to check in.. things are running smoothly, as they always are. I keep my domain prestine…” Tempest scowled slightly, flicking a piece of ice off of her desk. The cool light from the window darkened as the weather of the dome turned into a blizzard like storm.

[theradiodemonofficial]

Alastor watched and listened intently, his ears idly swiveling and twitching. Once she finished, he spoke. “Interesting. I commend you for taking care of that which is yours.”

[queeofsolitude]

“Well I worked for my place.. I think it’s only right I keep it running smoothly….” She narrowed her eyes, ears swiveling forward to match his own.

“how’s the hotel?”