「 🕸️The atmosphere's shift and the Radio Demon's noticeable expression change induced a slight bit of internal panic. His extended hand hesitated to further its reach, and slowly but surely fell atop the blanket. The static, the noise, everything was worse then predicted. All he expected was a simple expression of disgust, followed by a refusal towards his invitation. The seductive look more neutral now as his eyes never left the Radio Demon's, wondering what his course of action would be. Only to witness him fade then reappear elsewhere. The spider shifted on the mattress to sit with his knees bent and upper arms resting on them.
Smiles seemed upset, more so then he thought by that tone. And, admittedly, he wondered if the demon was disappointed. He really fucked up, huh? But everything was getting really weird and he didn't understand why. And it wasn't like the guy was giving him an actual explanation as to why he was doing the shit he was. Someone already owned his soul, not like he could offer that. It was just so confusing that he got nervous. What direction had things been going in? What did this guy want? ❝ ...I know, but- ❞
You keep the same pathetic display.
Shit. There it was. That was disappointment, wasn't it? Before their little hangout, those words might have meant nothing. Something that stung for a moment then was brushed off. He was a porn star, he was used to being shamed for the field he was in. But Alastor's tone made it pierce. And he hated that it even could. There was absolutely no reason this should ache, but it fucking did. Guess you reap what you sow. Unknowingly, a bit of shame made it on his face. ❝ Yes, Smiles. Yuh do. ❞ He responded.
He was a tad bit surprised by the sudden change and blinked. His eyes going from the black sofa to the music playing. Wait? He wanted to pretend none of that ever happened? How could he just move past it that easy? Angel still felt like his chest was tight, but fuck it. He wrapped himself with the blanket and rose from the bed. He approached with caution, wondering if he was allowed to even be within close distance to the Radio Demon right now. Well, if not, Smiles could always push him off. He sat down on the opposite side, arm leaning into the back of the seat as he tried to get comfortable.
❝ I mean - I guess. I heard dames gossip 'bout boys and shit talk each other. There's pillow fights, experimentin', dancin', snacks. And yuh can try and stay up all night, but them bitches barely make it past midnight. ❞ He eyed him up shortly after. ❝ Why? Yuh wanna get deep, Smiles? Yuh got any deep, dirty laundry ya wanna share with the group? ❞ 」
❝ Of course not ❞ Alastor replied easily, and a soft sigh escaped him as he leaned back on the couch. His fingers were tapping to the rhythm of the music and his ear was twitching slightly. His eyes were closed, and for a second there he could have appeared peaceful. There was something serene in the way the lights flickered, and a warm glow enveloped the room.
❝ You'll have to forgive my manners, mon Ange. For I am not accustomed to... sleepovers, I do not sleep at all.... And this is quite an.. experience. ❞ Alastor's voice had become a little more casual, the edge was gone. He could have been mistaken for a friend. A confidant, someone who wasn't judging and was genuinely interested. Then he snapped his fngers materiallizing a vintage medicine cabinet filled with bottles and he leaned forward again, his eyes fixed upon Angel Dust.
❝ Pick your poison, dear. ❞ he said, a soft laugh followed as he reached Angel again, slowly , carefully and oppened one of the glass bottles. ❝ Stay still , please...❞ there was a gentle tone, the words almost whispered and from his right pocket he retrieved a clean handkerchief. He soaked it with the alcohol, then carefully reached Angel's face and cleaned his skin. His touch was delicate, a ghostly feel, and yet firm as he applied a little pressure over the cut, just enough to stop the bleeding
Every night, the same hours the sound of a piano echoed through the hallways of the hotel. Late , really late at night, Alastor would sit down in the piano room. His hands hover above, then live in the keys, fingers moving with a beautiful peace and accuracy. A touching melody fills the air, one of sadness, and of a longing for something unreachable.
❝ If you keep staring at me like that , you're going to have a seizure your grace.❞ he looked over his shoulder at the King of hell, his fingers traveled once more over the piano stopping on one of the black keys making it echo. His smile widened at the sight of Lucifer's frown.❝ La vie en rose a beautiful tune that saw the light around twenty years after I was buried. ❞ he explained his tone was cheerful but his eyes held a hidden warning.❝ it was the first song I heard when I fell into this pit of despair.❞
The music stopped his ears perked up bristling as he turned around as he swifted to one side of the bench in front of the piano and patted the empty space. ❝ Now, come on, sit down! ❞
“I wassss speaking quite loudly enough, I should think.” He doesn’t seem to be fazed by the sight of the glint of red in Alastor’s eyes, or even that intimidated, instead continuing to glare forward toward the man with his arms crossed behind his back and his tail flicking across the floor.
“Assss for why I am here, the Princesssss sent me up here to tell you that she apparently has some concernssss about the battles we’ve shared in the passsst, and wishesssss for the both of us to, in her words, “sssspend some time together and try to work thingsss out.” Now normally I wouldn’t even begin to entertain ssssuch notionsss, but I’m sure you know the Princess doesn’t exactly tend to budge on them. Or Misss Vaggie for that matter. So…” He shrugs, letting out a sigh through his nose. “Bessst to just bite the proverbial bullet now before she tries to put the both of us in handcuffs.”
Alastor chuckles and snaps his fingers another seat appeared besides him, a green glow coming from his fingertips. "Please do take a seat, old chap" The red glow in his eyes had vanished by now "Now, what would you like to drink?" His smile grew wider as he made a small flick from his right hand summoning a small black teapot with a green eye on the center.
"I have some Earl Grey, Darjeeling, English Breakfast, or Assam."
there was a certain reputation held by the radio demon , but blitz was difficult to impress . he didn ' t usually make a habit of rubbing shoulders with overlords but , he thought that perhaps there was a deal to be struck .. one that could free him from his arrangement with stolas . he wondered if the infamous radio demon was able to find some way of granting him access to the surface . mostly , it was out of fear , for the way he felt for stolas . he needed to get out of their arrangement somehow .. and soon , even if it meant getting into one with someone far more dangerous .
" ya' know , i heard that radio was dead . " blitz hummed , parading straight into the overlord ' s domain , perhaps a little over confidently , considering the radio demon could dispose of him with a click of his fingers .
The contact who arranged this small deviation was another imp. One of the smallest and shrewdest of the outlaws, who was then part owner of a transmissionrepair garage called the L'Enfer Noir. He didnt mentioned his client was so... naive. Alastor crooked his smile, his finger drummed over his microphone as he stared directly to Blitz, there was a small sound comming from his fangs. Like thick static.
A Long pause.
"HA! "
"Quite the jester, arent you my good fellow? Ahahhaa, aha.." He laughed, but didn't sound amused at all. He was just being polite. "But I must say, you are the first to call it out in front of me, GOOD JOB!" Alastor approached the imp, leaning closer. His head tilting down and to the side a little. "now I heard you need a hand...and I have one to spare. And I can be the most generous person when it comes to helping. Especially when the one in need is so...happy."
LUCIFER'S BRAIN SHORT-CIRCUITS SLIGHTLY, upon realizing that Alastor had once been a child, and had not spawned fully-grown into Hell just to be a thorn in his side. This piques his curiosity - who is Alastor, really? Who had he been, before ending up in Hell? His eye twitches. Just how bad is humanity that it would turn an innocent child into someone as cruel & ruthless as The Radio Demon?
Not for the first time, Lucifer feels a deep sense of regret in the pit of his stomach. He shakes it off with a smile.
"Sure, why not? Not like anything you make could kill me anyway, unless you've melted down an angel-weapon to season it with! Ha!"
"Why would I bother to spoil a perfectly fine meal?"
Alastor put his hands on the table and looked directly into the eyes of the fallen archangel. He opened his mouth and the teeth grew, sharp, deadly. His pupils shrunk. "I would never waste my time or my energy doing such a thing."
And just like that he took out a fork and dipped it into a piece of meat and held it in front of Lucifer. "I'm a man of honor, your highness. My word is the law and I never, ever lie."
As an Overlord who was well traveled, Rosie always made sure that she was in some sort of acceptable attire to suit the crowd she associated with while still looking somewhat classy. A red cocktail dress with black lace cuffs along the exterior, donning a black and red rose pattern on her delicate headband crowning her head. Silver locks braided and pulled into a neat floral bun to keep her floral theme.
Her travels between the various sections of Hell had granted her business partners, thus no shortage of persons to chat up this evening. She always made sure to to at least be kind enough to utter her greetings to them, lest she lose a source of decent gossip to share or information for her to use later down the line.
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.
Rosie had spent at least a half hour greeting people before she caught the sight of a familiar dapper gentleman nearby. Excusing herself from the conversation she was having, she made her way to Alastor's side. A toothy grin that never felt out of place warmed over her features.
Taking his offered claw, she waved her free hand at the charming Radio Demon.
"Oh darling, you know just how to make me melt. Here I thought you would never ask," she teased, giggling softly, "I'd be delighted to join you for a dance. "
The thought lingered on his mind as he took her hand and they approached the dance floor. Alastor made a thick buzz of contempt and a low hum escaped his throat as he leaded the way. He took her right hand and put it on his shoulder. His left hand rested on her back while he held her other hand with his right. They started swaying to the music and dancing to the rhythm.
"Tell me, dearest. What have you been up to? I can feel you've been working hard on something, I've missed our little chats " the corners of her mouth curved upwards a little tighter and there was a mischievous green hue on his dark pupils. Rosie had been always a source of the juiciest hell scandal . There is not a single thing in that hole that goes unnoticed by her.
A crafty one, concealing them from prying ears and eyes, yet never failing to whisper in the right ones. Alastor made her spun when the music changed a bit. When he put his hand on her waist again, he got a bit closer. . "A little bird told me a revolution is about to begin. Souls talks Ro-ro..after the last extermination after our self proclaimed king made his first public on Satan's know ho-ow-o-ow long they started to complain...why? why haven't been here before...." He twirled her and she came back closer. His face inches from hers. " Tell me, are we going to have another civil war? I would love to watch this time. "
「 🕸️This sort of behavior he expected from certain individuals, but not the Radio Demon. Weren't his affairs insignificant to this Overlord? Though, despite his request to be left alone, the company wasn't unwelcome. But did he have to use those ridiculous pet names? He was called everything under the sun, but there was something significantly different when it came to Alastor addressing him. Something difficult to press his finger against. He was chalking it up to how unusual it was pertaining to himself. There was a difference compared to Val, who was only sweet because he made that moth freak money. The insincerity made him sick. The spider glanced over at the Radio Demon for a moment, then away deciding to ignore the thing about manners.
The spider had tried to cover up a little in order to keep nosy bitches from asking questions. Nothing could calm his shaking hands and the job was sloppy. But his late at night he hadn't expected anyone to be up to even see it. It was all precautionary. Despite looking away, he felt like the Radio Demon's eyes were on him. It made him slightly uncomfortable, but oddly, a tad bit secure. He wanted to be alone but at the same time not. A conflicting feeling. But he was at least grateful Smiles wasn't rubbing it all in. He could beat himself up enough without his help.
His attention directed on the other when he mentioned ice. Oh, right. The last thing his complexion needed was the hideous discoloring. Cover up would suffice and editing in production would be useful, but that wasn't the point. He didn't want to look like this because he didn't deserve it. He didn't. His lower hands fidgeted together as he saw the basket materialize. Alastor had gotten it for him? That was sweet but what did he want? He could have gotten it himself. He reached for a small pack of peas and carefully placed it on his cheek, slightly winching.
❝ Why are yu- ❞
Why was Smiles being so nice to him? It had to be because of Charlie right? The whole hotel thing and shit, right? Fuck he was getting in his head. Charlie being nice made sense, the dame was sweet to everyone. The people that showed an ounce of kindness, whether false or genuine, their reasons made sense even if he had to figure them out. But this guy was confusing as fuck. His fingers squeezed the bag against his cheek, feeling an odd sense of discomfort. There was an odd sensation beneath it almost influencing him. Telling him it was alright to lean in a little and allow his feelings to be expressed in silent tears. But how would Alastor react? Would he push him away? Become uncomfortable? If so, it would hurt far less to be pushed because of his usual perversive display.
❝ Aw, ain't ya sweet, Smiles. lookin' out fer little ole me~ ❞ Nothing felt right at the moment. So he did what he knew. Allowing him further in was almost terrifying. He had been vulnerable in front of him long enough. The spider lowered the bag of peas, placing them gently aside on the bed and crawled a little close to Alastor. His hand reached out, aiming to run his fingers over the Radio Demon's chest. ❝ How can I repay ya, baby~ ❞ He asked, seductively. There was no expectation he'd show any interest in his tactic. In fact, he almost wished the Radio Demon would push him away and leave. There was a bit of concern, fear even, in the idea of becoming close to another Overlord. Even placing trust in another one. There was an ounce of guilt in his mind for doing this, but he did what he felt he had to. 」
A sudden screeching , an hysterical whine, like a record on a turntable set reverberates through the walls. The static intensifies. Alastor's ears lowered a tad, but his expression remained unchanged. His smile grew manic as his pupil stretched like dials, a dark void with a crimson pinprick of light. A glitch went through him and one second after he was gone.
He reappeared in the middle of the room, a few feet away from Angel. There was something dark and ominous about him, a shift in the atmosphere as he slowly turned around. ❝ Now. Now. This is not how I do things ❞ there was an edge to his tone. A warning, a clear indication that his patience was running thin.❝ I have given you plenty of space to roam and yet...❞ Alastor's eyes were locked on him, his hands resting on his cane. A sharp intake of air.
❝ You keep the same pathetic display ❞ he paused, and the next words came out more like a snarl than anything else. ❝I don't need a courtesan. And certainly you don't need to put that show for me, not tonight, nor any other night. Do I make myself clear ? ❞ his smile sprawled across his features and yet, his eyes remained dark and his posture was rigid. His claws clicked against his microphone a few seconds and he turned again to face him
❝ So... shall we start again, my dear? ❞ he snapped his fingers again, a black couch appeared where he was and soft jazz music began playing. ❝ Now. Let's have a civilized conversation and forget this ever happened ❞ .Alastor sat on the couch and rested his head against his fist, crossing one leg over the other. ❝ I have heard about these 'sleepovers'. I assume we are expected to stay awake until dawn talking about our deepest darkest secrets and such? ❞
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