𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 , 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃. 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈? 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚈.
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𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴. 𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚆 , 𝙸'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃. 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙻𝙻𝚈? 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚈.
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「 🕸️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.
❝ 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
❝ There. All cleaned up ❞
@damnedrainbows 𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝓃' 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒
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! ❞
((Borrowing Caleb Hyles' voice so that Lucifer CAN sing "I Won't Say I'm In Love" @radiostarsz
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“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.”
"AHA! AS EXPECTED FROM OUR DEAREST CHARLOTTE."
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."
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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!"
"... You didn't do that, right?"
"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."
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Y'all have any recommendations?
dropping this wip here to fish for people's songlists (ignore the ones already there -- just threw on some random placeholders)
Especially any for the period of their partnership?
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. "
Lovely.
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. "
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「 🕸️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.
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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“HEAVENS NO!”
"'Smiling' is the only proper way to go about anything.”