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I know I haven't been in the original universe for a while, who is @silly-goat-demon, @silly-lil-lee and @itty-bitty-demon? I'm very confused.

silly-lil-lee

HI IM LEE :D

H-hello.

"Howdy, 'm Atlas- why the fuck are you blue?- who the fuck are you?"

Oh i-i'm Blue. An a-alternate version of Alastor. Why are you blue?

"That's how I looked when I fell down here-"

I know I haven't been in the original universe for a while, who is @silly-goat-demon, @silly-lil-lee and @itty-bitty-demon? I'm very confused.

silly-lil-lee

HI IM LEE :D

H-hello.

"Howdy, 'm Atlas- why the fuck are you blue?- who the fuck are you?"

autism-creature-with-bit-of-gay

cya al, im off to punt atlas into the sun affectionately :D

Are you finally going to give him the peace and love he deserves?

silly-lil-lee

nope, im quite literally going to punt him into the sun :)

Please don't!

"Please do."

@th3-radi0-d3mon

💀🤚

I can't say I haven't done this before.

"I've seen 'im do it, its terrifying as fuck-"

Oh hello my dear!

autism-creature-with-bit-of-gay

"Hey!" Atlas waves, smiling a bit.

saytr

@th3-radi0-d3mon

💀🤚

I can't say I haven't done this before.

"I've seen 'im do it, its terrifying as fuck-"

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

He hugged Sylvia tightly. For her comfort and somewhat his.

A man named Roman, who I believe she used to live with, has arrived at the hotel possibly for her. I've given him a room and acted like nothing was wrong but I'm... afraid he will take her and leave. We both know that she wasn't treated properly when she was with him.

Ah.

Atlas shifts a bit. "...'n do you know for a fact this guy is the one who hurt her like that?" He asks, tilting his head.

Indeed. His mannerisms and his reaction when he saw Sylvia were odd. Sylvia was terrified of him, not just her shy usual self. I also know when people are lying, I can tell on the spot that his intentions were not good.

"...there's a difference between shy Sylvia 'n terrified Sylvia?"

It was a genuine question. He was admittedly a bit confused, as he often struggled to spot the difference.

Yes. It was quite obvious.

Al looked down at Sylvia.

The small demon doesn't make an effort to move or talk. She's still shaking.

Atlas blinks, obviously confused. "Uhh... right- remind me what the difference is-"

When she was terrified it was much worse than being shy. Her static was louder, her stutter was so much worse and I could sense it and the way he looked at her with the fake smile when he was actually angry. Also emotions have different senses, remember that I'm a deer, I have a stronger sense. This nose isn't entirely useless my dear!

(sorry if this makes things harder to work with😭)

He stared at the shaking demon in Alastor's arms, then frowns.

"Ah." He mumbled, before taking a breath. "Alright. I'll think of somethin', I ain't promisin' it'll be good... or soon... but I'll help. If it makes y'feel better, the guy this Roman fella was with is outta the picture."

Sylvia looks up, her eyes wide as she hears this.

(IT DOESNT DW)

Alastor looks down at Sylvia.

It's okay dear, he can't hurt you anymore. Roman doesn't know about the other person yet.

The small demon feels her breath growing quicker. Did Atlas... no, there was no way. Why would he do that? Why would he hurt the other sinner like that??

She hated the way she couldn't talk. She hated the way she couldn't verbally express how awful she thought that was. Only with her body language could one tell she was absolutely mortified by it.

Unfortunately, if body language was a book, Atlas was illiterate. He had no idea Sylvia was upset about that of all things.

"'s kinda hard to hurt someone when they're dead-" He spoke, a small chuckle escaping.

Stop. She doesn't like it. She's upset.

Alastor said.

Sylvia, killing Roman is the only way to keep you safe. It will all stop and you won't have to worry about them again.

She shook her head frantically, tugging at her hair.

Atlas stretches before looking at Alastor. "'m I good to go back to doin' what I was doin'?" He asked, eager to finish his task in the kitchen.

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

He hugged Sylvia tightly. For her comfort and somewhat his.

Ah.

Atlas shifts a bit. "...'n do you know for a fact this guy is the one who hurt her like that?" He asks, tilting his head.

"...there's a difference between shy Sylvia 'n terrified Sylvia?"

It was a genuine question. He was admittedly a bit confused, as he often struggled to spot the difference.

Yes. It was quite obvious.

Al looked down at Sylvia.

The small demon doesn't make an effort to move or talk. She's still shaking.

Atlas blinks, obviously confused. "Uhh... right- remind me what the difference is-"

(sorry if this makes things harder to work with😭)

He stared at the shaking demon in Alastor's arms, then frowns.

Sylvia looks up, her eyes wide as she hears this.

(IT DOESNT DW)

Alastor looks down at Sylvia.

It's okay dear, he can't hurt you anymore. Roman doesn't know about the other person yet.

The small demon feels her breath growing quicker. Did Atlas... no, there was no way. Why would he do that? Why would he hurt the other sinner like that??

She hated the way she couldn't talk. She hated the way she couldn't verbally express how awful she thought that was. Only with her body language could one tell she was absolutely mortified by it.

Unfortunately, if body language was a book, Atlas was illiterate. He had no idea Sylvia was upset about that of all things.

"'s kinda hard to hurt someone when they're dead-" He spoke, a small chuckle escaping.

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

He hugged Sylvia tightly. For her comfort and somewhat his.

Ah.

Atlas shifts a bit. "...'n do you know for a fact this guy is the one who hurt her like that?" He asks, tilting his head.

"...there's a difference between shy Sylvia 'n terrified Sylvia?"

It was a genuine question. He was admittedly a bit confused, as he often struggled to spot the difference.

Yes. It was quite obvious.

Al looked down at Sylvia.

The small demon doesn't make an effort to move or talk. She's still shaking.

Atlas blinks, obviously confused. "Uhh... right- remind me what the difference is-"

(sorry if this makes things harder to work with😭)

He stared at the shaking demon in Alastor's arms, then frowns.

Sylvia looks up, her eyes wide as she hears this.

(IT DOESNT DW)

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

He hugged Sylvia tightly. For her comfort and somewhat his.

Ah.

Atlas shifts a bit. "...'n do you know for a fact this guy is the one who hurt her like that?" He asks, tilting his head.

"...there's a difference between shy Sylvia 'n terrified Sylvia?"

It was a genuine question. He was admittedly a bit confused, as he often struggled to spot the difference.

Yes. It was quite obvious.

Al looked down at Sylvia.

The small demon doesn't make an effort to move or talk. She's still shaking.

Atlas blinks, obviously confused. "Uhh... right- remind me what the difference is-"

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

He hugged Sylvia tightly. For her comfort and somewhat his.

Ah.

Atlas shifts a bit. "...'n do you know for a fact this guy is the one who hurt her like that?" He asks, tilting his head.

"...there's a difference between shy Sylvia 'n terrified Sylvia?"

It was a genuine question. He was admittedly a bit confused, as he often struggled to spot the difference.

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

He hugged Sylvia tightly. For her comfort and somewhat his.

Ah.

Atlas shifts a bit. "...'n do you know for a fact this guy is the one who hurt her like that?" He asks, tilting his head.

(this post is continuing my last post! Here!)

@silly-goat-demon

They make their way to Atlas's room. Alastor keeps looking down at Sylvia, who was in his arms, concerned.

As soon as they're in there, Atlas shuts the door and locks it.

His room was... messy, to say the least. Books were on the floor, plus clothes and other assorted things. His desk was overflowing with papers and such, and his bed was a mess.

A couch sat in the corner of the room next to a window, and Atlas quickly walked over and sat down.

"Alright. Calmly tell me what the hell's goin' on." He spike, despite knowing how hypocritical that sounded. He himself was almost never calm.

The silence was filled with distorted static from Sylvia. The only noise she made. She tugged at her hair just as Alastor had done.

Interesting how children mimic behaviors like that.

Oh boy.

She saw someone lurking outside the hotel, and now she's hiding.

@th3-radi0-d3mon

Where is she?

He looks around the hotel.

Static can be heard from behind the bar.

Loud static. Very loud static. She heard someone out there. She still hears them. She's visibly shaking, her ears pinned back against her head.

He makes his way over to the bar and peers over.

what's wrong?

(I swear I'm going to bed soon I promise 😭)

She can't seem to answer, though a knock at the door seems to make her even more terrified.

(ITS NOT LIKE IM HELPING ANYTHING LMAO)

Alastor's head turns to the main doors of the hotel. He makes his way over and one of the doors.

Hello?

(public RP mode >:] )

A taller demon with snake like eyes and a mask can be seen at the door. Slowly, he pulls the mask down, a smile on his face.

"Heya, friend! This that hotel I've heard so much about?"

He asks. The sinners' voice sounded awfully similar to what a salesman's voice would sound like.

That voice.

Sylvia knew that voice. She may not have known this sinners' name, or remembered what he looked like, but she knew that voice. She knew him. The fear and panic quickly set in.

One of Alastor's eyebrows raised.

And you are...?

Al looked back in the general direction of the bar with concern but looked back at the other demon at the door, his hands resting on the top of his microphone.

(I swear I'll leave now and reply in the morning!)

"Roman's the name, my friend! Pleasure meetin' ya! I heard this fancy place is all about redemption, yeah?"

Roman tilts his head slightly. There was something off about his expression. He also heard the static from inside. He knew. He knew she was here.

YEAH GO TO SLEEP))

Alastor furrowed his brow. This guy did not care for redemption and it was quite obvious.

What is it that you want?

He asked, feeling like his time was being wasted.

Roman leans up against the door frame.

"Why, I wanna be redeemed, of course!" He spoke with a smile, though his eyes did shift to look inside for a moment.

Alastor could tell that he was lying. But decided to let him in for the sake of experimenting with his behaviour and true intentions. After all, if his intentions were bad he could easily dispose of him and make a good meal out of it. His smile widened.

Roman grins, and takes the widened smile as an invite in. Scooting past Alastor, he looks around.

His eyes land on the bar, where he heard the static. "You got a TV back there or somethin'?" He asks.

He knew, though. He knew.

Oh no, just my child. She emits static like I do.

Al said, smiling even wider.

Would you like to meet her?

"I'd love to meet her!"

The static grows louder, more distorted. Sylvia covers her mouth in attempt to.make her scared whimpers less known.

(NO ALASTOR NOOO)

wonderful! Let me just speak to here for a moment as she is quite the shy individual!

He made his way into the bar and peered over once again. He whispered to Sylvia

I think there is someone here that had something to do with you my dear. He's going to come in here to meet you and I just want to see if that theory is correct. I will protect you I promise, I will make sure that you do not leave in his hands.

He looks back at the doorway then back at Sylvia.

If it is one of them. Give me a small nod, or some kind of sign and I'll send him away. Far away.

His smile turned slightly into a snarl

(he knows what he's doing!)

Sylvia didn't like this. She knew his voice, she didn't want to talk to him. She wanted to hide and never come out. She wasn't safe. She was convinced she wasn't safe.

Regardless, she nods, visibly shaking. She'd do it if it meant she could be done with it.

(hehehe I'm loving this sm)

I promise, I will keep you safe dear.

He walks out into the hallway, the sheer look of this guy alone making him angry and disgusted.

Come on in!

He said enthusiastically.

Roman enters and immediately spots Sylvia. He tilts his head, a smile coming across his face. It wasn't genuine. He looked... very unhappy. He looked pissed.

Taking a step forward, he kneels down to her level.

"Hey there, squirt! Y'got a name?"

The little demon takes a step back.

"S... Syl- Sylvia, s-sir..."

"Sylvia..." Roman repeats, the name rolling off his tongue like venom. So the little brat did name herself.

Alastor steps in front of Roman and obscures his view of Sylvia, making sure to keep the two apart and to keep Roman away from her.

Indeed! A wonderful name it is!

He looks back at Sylvia, trying to get a sign. Even though her fear and Romans non-genuine smile made it obvious, he just wanted to be sure before he unintentionally kills a random guy who actually probably wanted to be redeemed.

This is when Sylvia's all too kind personality betrays her.

As terrified of this sinner as she was, Sylvia didn't like the idea of him getting hurt or being thrown out. It happened to her, after all.

So, she didn't give Alastor any sign. She felt like he had to stay. She didn't want to be the reason someone got hurt, even if the someone hurt her first.

Alastor looked at her, desperate for her to give the sign. He didn't want her to get hurt or taken away but now he was second guessing himself, what if this guy wasn't the person who had hurt her? No one makes the radio demon second guess himself and he obviously did not like the feeling this guy gave off. He looked at Roman, he obviously was the one who hurt her.

Just wonderful.

He repeated, his voice as sharp as a knife. He remembered that Sylvia was too kind for her own good. He looked at her again, she was terrified. Shaking. That gave it away. He had to do something about Roman. His smile widened so much that it was uncanny, inhuman, terrifying.

(I'm so attached to Sylvia I'm genuinely feeling panicked from this 😭)

Roman doesn't seem intimidated by Alastor's smile. Standing up straighter, he looks directly into his eyes.

"I believe I have a room someone needs to show me to?" He spoke, his voice smug.

Sylvia's breath grows quick. This guy was staying. He was staying here. With her. In the same place.

Fuck.

(oh you won't like what i have planned :) this thread might get really long lmfaoooo)

Al picked Sylvia up, assuming that Roman would be following from behind. He wanted to keep his eye on Sylvia at all times. Given that she stays in Al's room with him, that eases him a little.

Come along!

He made his way towards the stairs. Whispering to Sylvia.

I know you can't help it dear but I'm trying to help you. Please just tell me if he hurt you. I-

He stopped himself, he can't promise that he wouldn't hurt Roman.

It is his fault for treating you like that. It isn't your fault if he ends up getting hurt, it's his own. He deliberately came here looking for you and it's his own problem that you happened to get taken in by a powerful demon. Because I will not see you get taken away from me. Not by him.

Despite trusting Alastor with her life, Sylvia can't seem to reply. She was terrified. If she did, he'd be hurt. Maybe Roman was sorry. Maybe he was looking to be redeemed. She didn't want him to get hurt because she was scared of him.

It was normal, what she went through. It had to of been.

Roman followed behind the radio demon, looking around. Not to admire the interior, but to look for hidden places.

Al let out a defeated sigh.

This man is staying here, I could have done something about it.

He muttered to himself.

Horrible person, I'll make sure he doesn't leave this place alive.

Taking advantage of a small child, I swear when I f- static -ng get my hands on him-

His antlers grow out a little unintentionally and his radio static gets louder. Maybe if he finds Atlas he can talk to him, get advice from him. Atlas was one of the few people that Alastor was close to after all.

They soon approached an empty room. It was a bit farther away from Alastor's room, though he didn't mind that at all. He could use that to his advantage.

He'd use Alastor's anger to his advantage too. The radio demon was likely to be more impulsive with things when Sylvia was involved.

"Well, well, well! This sure is a fine room you're givin' me!"

We like our residents to be satisfied!

Al said, his voice sounding more like a radio.

You get comfortable and we will meet you downstairs for dinner my friend!

Al said before walking quickly away and back down the stairs with Sylvia in his arms. If Roman said anything he definitely wasn't listening. He made his way to the kitchen where he knew Atlas would be.

Atlas had indeed been inside the kitchen. It was his safe place. Though the blue demon was out early that morning, he was back now.

He seemed off since he got back, though.

(Small mentions of gore below! Ik youre okay with it but im doin this for the other people ^^)

Alastor walked in, immediately covering Sylvia's eyes. The smell was ripe.

Don't look Sylvia.

He came in, his eyes with a hint of panic and anger but he was trying to hide and push the feeling down.

Atlas we have a big problem with an unwanted pest.

He said.

Watching as Sylvia buried her face into Alastor's shoulder, Atlas glanced over to Alastor, then back at his task.

"Get the kid outta my kitchen."

His voice was... unusually cold. Unsettling. Flat.

Something happened.

I can't she's in danger and I need your help!

Al said, a little too desperate. He was going to beat himself up for that later.

One of the people who used to have her is here and he isn't leaving and Sylvia won't let me do anything about it because she doesn't want me to kill him and I don't know what to do about that because if I don't she will be in danger and if I do she will probably hate herself for it!

Al blurts out angrily. Gosh when did he get so weak. He will also work on that later as well. Al ignored everything going on in the kitchen as it was normal to him, only worrying about Sylvia.

"You want me to help? Get the kid outta my fuckin' kitchen. I'll talk to ya alone, ain't havin' a fuckin' kid in here!" He snaps.

Not really caring if she saw, Atlas took out a body part and put it through the grinder. Hearing it, Sylvia whined and covered her ears.

Alastors antlers grew a little and he had a snarl on his face. He walked out of the room. Not coming back. That was that. Every bad thing was happening at once, but he can handle it. He's the Radio Demon after all! One of the most powerful overlords of hell and no one dares to get in his way.

"Damnit."

Atlas threw a rag he had on his shoulder down and stormed out after Al. He grabbed his arm.

"The fuck is wrong with you!? Ain't like I kicked you out! I just said put the kid somewhere else!"

I CAN'T.

Alastor yelled, loud static filling the room.

HE WILL TAKE HER AND I CANT RISK THAT ATLAS.

He grabbed at his hair. So fucking weak.

(I KNOW IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE SOMETHING AL WOULD DO BUT IDK LEAVE ME ALONE)

Atlas flinched a bit, taking a step back. His breath hitched but he tried to remain calm.

"Okay... okay, okay. Yep. I hear ya. I do. 'm sorry. Y'can both come in, okay? I- I jus'-"

He's distracted by Sylvia, who's currently shaking.

(NONO ITS FINE HES SO PROTECTIVE OF SYLVIA I LOVE IT, HE TOTALLY WOULD SNAP LIKE THAT)

Al lowered his hand, some hair going with it in between is fingers.

What about...

He gestured to the kitchen.

I can't have her seeing that.

"Then we go to my room."

He looks at Alastor again, though is a bit concerned for Sylvia.

She hasn't spoken this whole time. She usually at least says hi, even if she was upset.

Oh boy.

She saw someone lurking outside the hotel, and now she's hiding.

@th3-radi0-d3mon

Where is she?

He looks around the hotel.

Static can be heard from behind the bar.

Loud static. Very loud static. She heard someone out there. She still hears them. She's visibly shaking, her ears pinned back against her head.

He makes his way over to the bar and peers over.

what's wrong?

(I swear I'm going to bed soon I promise 😭)

She can't seem to answer, though a knock at the door seems to make her even more terrified.

(ITS NOT LIKE IM HELPING ANYTHING LMAO)

Alastor's head turns to the main doors of the hotel. He makes his way over and one of the doors.

Hello?

(public RP mode >:] )

A taller demon with snake like eyes and a mask can be seen at the door. Slowly, he pulls the mask down, a smile on his face.

"Heya, friend! This that hotel I've heard so much about?"

He asks. The sinners' voice sounded awfully similar to what a salesman's voice would sound like.

That voice.

Sylvia knew that voice. She may not have known this sinners' name, or remembered what he looked like, but she knew that voice. She knew him. The fear and panic quickly set in.

One of Alastor's eyebrows raised.

And you are...?

Al looked back in the general direction of the bar with concern but looked back at the other demon at the door, his hands resting on the top of his microphone.

(I swear I'll leave now and reply in the morning!)

"Roman's the name, my friend! Pleasure meetin' ya! I heard this fancy place is all about redemption, yeah?"

Roman tilts his head slightly. There was something off about his expression. He also heard the static from inside. He knew. He knew she was here.

YEAH GO TO SLEEP))

Alastor furrowed his brow. This guy did not care for redemption and it was quite obvious.

What is it that you want?

He asked, feeling like his time was being wasted.

Roman leans up against the door frame.

"Why, I wanna be redeemed, of course!" He spoke with a smile, though his eyes did shift to look inside for a moment.

Roman grins, and takes the widened smile as an invite in. Scooting past Alastor, he looks around.

His eyes land on the bar, where he heard the static. "You got a TV back there or somethin'?" He asks.

He knew, though. He knew.

Oh no, just my child. She emits static like I do.

Al said, smiling even wider.

Would you like to meet her?

"I'd love to meet her!"

The static grows louder, more distorted. Sylvia covers her mouth in attempt to.make her scared whimpers less known.

(NO ALASTOR NOOO)

wonderful! Let me just speak to here for a moment as she is quite the shy individual!

He made his way into the bar and peered over once again. He whispered to Sylvia

He looks back at the doorway then back at Sylvia.

If it is one of them. Give me a small nod, or some kind of sign and I'll send him away. Far away.

His smile turned slightly into a snarl

(he knows what he's doing!)

Sylvia didn't like this. She knew his voice, she didn't want to talk to him. She wanted to hide and never come out. She wasn't safe. She was convinced she wasn't safe.

Regardless, she nods, visibly shaking. She'd do it if it meant she could be done with it.

(hehehe I'm loving this sm)

I promise, I will keep you safe dear.

He walks out into the hallway, the sheer look of this guy alone making him angry and disgusted.

Come on in!

He said enthusiastically.

Roman enters and immediately spots Sylvia. He tilts his head, a smile coming across his face. It wasn't genuine. He looked... very unhappy. He looked pissed.

Taking a step forward, he kneels down to her level.

"Hey there, squirt! Y'got a name?"

The little demon takes a step back.

"S... Syl- Sylvia, s-sir..."

"Sylvia..." Roman repeats, the name rolling off his tongue like venom. So the little brat did name herself.

Alastor steps in front of Roman and obscures his view of Sylvia, making sure to keep the two apart and to keep Roman away from her.

Indeed! A wonderful name it is!

This is when Sylvia's all too kind personality betrays her.

As terrified of this sinner as she was, Sylvia didn't like the idea of him getting hurt or being thrown out. It happened to her, after all.

So, she didn't give Alastor any sign. She felt like he had to stay. She didn't want to be the reason someone got hurt, even if the someone hurt her first.

Just wonderful.

(I'm so attached to Sylvia I'm genuinely feeling panicked from this 😭)

Roman doesn't seem intimidated by Alastor's smile. Standing up straighter, he looks directly into his eyes.

"I believe I have a room someone needs to show me to?" He spoke, his voice smug.

Sylvia's breath grows quick. This guy was staying. He was staying here. With her. In the same place.

Fuck.

(oh you won't like what i have planned :) this thread might get really long lmfaoooo)

Al picked Sylvia up, assuming that Roman would be following from behind. He wanted to keep his eye on Sylvia at all times. Given that she stays in Al's room with him, that eases him a little.

Come along!

He made his way towards the stairs. Whispering to Sylvia.

I know you can't help it dear but I'm trying to help you. Please just tell me if he hurt you. I-

He stopped himself, he can't promise that he wouldn't hurt Roman.

It was normal, what she went through. It had to of been.

Roman followed behind the radio demon, looking around. Not to admire the interior, but to look for hidden places.

Al let out a defeated sigh.

This man is staying here, I could have done something about it.

He muttered to himself.

Horrible person, I'll make sure he doesn't leave this place alive.

Taking advantage of a small child, I swear when I f- static -ng get my hands on him-

They soon approached an empty room. It was a bit farther away from Alastor's room, though he didn't mind that at all. He could use that to his advantage.

He'd use Alastor's anger to his advantage too. The radio demon was likely to be more impulsive with things when Sylvia was involved.

"Well, well, well! This sure is a fine room you're givin' me!"

We like our residents to be satisfied!

Al said, his voice sounding more like a radio.

You get comfortable and we will meet you downstairs for dinner my friend!

Atlas had indeed been inside the kitchen. It was his safe place. Though the blue demon was out early that morning, he was back now.

He seemed off since he got back, though.

(Small mentions of gore below! Ik youre okay with it but im doin this for the other people ^^)

Alastor walked in, immediately covering Sylvia's eyes. The smell was ripe.

Don't look Sylvia.

He came in, his eyes with a hint of panic and anger but he was trying to hide and push the feeling down.

Atlas we have a big problem with an unwanted pest.

He said.

Watching as Sylvia buried her face into Alastor's shoulder, Atlas glanced over to Alastor, then back at his task.

"Get the kid outta my kitchen."

His voice was... unusually cold. Unsettling. Flat.

Something happened.

I can't she's in danger and I need your help!

Al said, a little too desperate. He was going to beat himself up for that later.

Al blurts out angrily. Gosh when did he get so weak. He will also work on that later as well. Al ignored everything going on in the kitchen as it was normal to him, only worrying about Sylvia.

"You want me to help? Get the kid outta my fuckin' kitchen. I'll talk to ya alone, ain't havin' a fuckin' kid in here!" He snaps.

Not really caring if she saw, Atlas took out a body part and put it through the grinder. Hearing it, Sylvia whined and covered her ears.

"Damnit."

Atlas threw a rag he had on his shoulder down and stormed out after Al. He grabbed his arm.

"The fuck is wrong with you!? Ain't like I kicked you out! I just said put the kid somewhere else!"

I CAN'T.

Alastor yelled, loud static filling the room.

HE WILL TAKE HER AND I CANT RISK THAT ATLAS.

He grabbed at his hair. So fucking weak.

(I KNOW IT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE SOMETHING AL WOULD DO BUT IDK LEAVE ME ALONE)

Atlas flinched a bit, taking a step back. His breath hitched but he tried to remain calm.

"Okay... okay, okay. Yep. I hear ya. I do. 'm sorry. Y'can both come in, okay? I- I jus'-"

He's distracted by Sylvia, who's currently shaking.

(NONO ITS FINE HES SO PROTECTIVE OF SYLVIA I LOVE IT, HE TOTALLY WOULD SNAP LIKE THAT)

Oh boy.

She saw someone lurking outside the hotel, and now she's hiding.

@th3-radi0-d3mon

Where is she?

He looks around the hotel.

Static can be heard from behind the bar.

Loud static. Very loud static. She heard someone out there. She still hears them. She's visibly shaking, her ears pinned back against her head.

He makes his way over to the bar and peers over.

what's wrong?

(I swear I'm going to bed soon I promise 😭)

She can't seem to answer, though a knock at the door seems to make her even more terrified.

(ITS NOT LIKE IM HELPING ANYTHING LMAO)

Alastor's head turns to the main doors of the hotel. He makes his way over and one of the doors.

Hello?

(public RP mode >:] )

A taller demon with snake like eyes and a mask can be seen at the door. Slowly, he pulls the mask down, a smile on his face.

"Heya, friend! This that hotel I've heard so much about?"

He asks. The sinners' voice sounded awfully similar to what a salesman's voice would sound like.

That voice.

Sylvia knew that voice. She may not have known this sinners' name, or remembered what he looked like, but she knew that voice. She knew him. The fear and panic quickly set in.

One of Alastor's eyebrows raised.

And you are...?

Al looked back in the general direction of the bar with concern but looked back at the other demon at the door, his hands resting on the top of his microphone.

(I swear I'll leave now and reply in the morning!)

"Roman's the name, my friend! Pleasure meetin' ya! I heard this fancy place is all about redemption, yeah?"

Roman tilts his head slightly. There was something off about his expression. He also heard the static from inside. He knew. He knew she was here.

YEAH GO TO SLEEP))

Alastor furrowed his brow. This guy did not care for redemption and it was quite obvious.

What is it that you want?

He asked, feeling like his time was being wasted.

Roman leans up against the door frame.

"Why, I wanna be redeemed, of course!" He spoke with a smile, though his eyes did shift to look inside for a moment.

Roman grins, and takes the widened smile as an invite in. Scooting past Alastor, he looks around.

His eyes land on the bar, where he heard the static. "You got a TV back there or somethin'?" He asks.

He knew, though. He knew.

Oh no, just my child. She emits static like I do.

Al said, smiling even wider.

Would you like to meet her?

"I'd love to meet her!"

The static grows louder, more distorted. Sylvia covers her mouth in attempt to.make her scared whimpers less known.

(NO ALASTOR NOOO)

wonderful! Let me just speak to here for a moment as she is quite the shy individual!

He made his way into the bar and peered over once again. He whispered to Sylvia

He looks back at the doorway then back at Sylvia.

If it is one of them. Give me a small nod, or some kind of sign and I'll send him away. Far away.

His smile turned slightly into a snarl

(he knows what he's doing!)

Sylvia didn't like this. She knew his voice, she didn't want to talk to him. She wanted to hide and never come out. She wasn't safe. She was convinced she wasn't safe.

Regardless, she nods, visibly shaking. She'd do it if it meant she could be done with it.

(hehehe I'm loving this sm)

I promise, I will keep you safe dear.

He walks out into the hallway, the sheer look of this guy alone making him angry and disgusted.

Come on in!

He said enthusiastically.

Roman enters and immediately spots Sylvia. He tilts his head, a smile coming across his face. It wasn't genuine. He looked... very unhappy. He looked pissed.

Taking a step forward, he kneels down to her level.

"Hey there, squirt! Y'got a name?"

The little demon takes a step back.

"S... Syl- Sylvia, s-sir..."

"Sylvia..." Roman repeats, the name rolling off his tongue like venom. So the little brat did name herself.

Alastor steps in front of Roman and obscures his view of Sylvia, making sure to keep the two apart and to keep Roman away from her.

Indeed! A wonderful name it is!

This is when Sylvia's all too kind personality betrays her.

As terrified of this sinner as she was, Sylvia didn't like the idea of him getting hurt or being thrown out. It happened to her, after all.

So, she didn't give Alastor any sign. She felt like he had to stay. She didn't want to be the reason someone got hurt, even if the someone hurt her first.

Just wonderful.

(I'm so attached to Sylvia I'm genuinely feeling panicked from this 😭)

Roman doesn't seem intimidated by Alastor's smile. Standing up straighter, he looks directly into his eyes.

"I believe I have a room someone needs to show me to?" He spoke, his voice smug.

Sylvia's breath grows quick. This guy was staying. He was staying here. With her. In the same place.

Fuck.

(oh you won't like what i have planned :) this thread might get really long lmfaoooo)

Al picked Sylvia up, assuming that Roman would be following from behind. He wanted to keep his eye on Sylvia at all times. Given that she stays in Al's room with him, that eases him a little.

Come along!

He made his way towards the stairs. Whispering to Sylvia.

I know you can't help it dear but I'm trying to help you. Please just tell me if he hurt you. I-

He stopped himself, he can't promise that he wouldn't hurt Roman.

It was normal, what she went through. It had to of been.

Roman followed behind the radio demon, looking around. Not to admire the interior, but to look for hidden places.

Al let out a defeated sigh.

This man is staying here, I could have done something about it.

He muttered to himself.

Horrible person, I'll make sure he doesn't leave this place alive.

Taking advantage of a small child, I swear when I f- static -ng get my hands on him-

They soon approached an empty room. It was a bit farther away from Alastor's room, though he didn't mind that at all. He could use that to his advantage.

He'd use Alastor's anger to his advantage too. The radio demon was likely to be more impulsive with things when Sylvia was involved.

"Well, well, well! This sure is a fine room you're givin' me!"

We like our residents to be satisfied!

Al said, his voice sounding more like a radio.

You get comfortable and we will meet you downstairs for dinner my friend!

Atlas had indeed been inside the kitchen. It was his safe place. Though the blue demon was out early that morning, he was back now.

He seemed off since he got back, though.

(Small mentions of gore below! Ik youre okay with it but im doin this for the other people ^^)

Alastor walked in, immediately covering Sylvia's eyes. The smell was ripe.

Don't look Sylvia.

He came in, his eyes with a hint of panic and anger but he was trying to hide and push the feeling down.

Atlas we have a big problem with an unwanted pest.

He said.

Watching as Sylvia buried her face into Alastor's shoulder, Atlas glanced over to Alastor, then back at his task.

"Get the kid outta my kitchen."

His voice was... unusually cold. Unsettling. Flat.

Something happened.

I can't she's in danger and I need your help!

Al said, a little too desperate. He was going to beat himself up for that later.

Al blurts out angrily. Gosh when did he get so weak. He will also work on that later as well. Al ignored everything going on in the kitchen as it was normal to him, only worrying about Sylvia.

"You want me to help? Get the kid outta my fuckin' kitchen. I'll talk to ya alone, ain't havin' a fuckin' kid in here!" He snaps.

Not really caring if she saw, Atlas took out a body part and put it through the grinder. Hearing it, Sylvia whined and covered her ears.