@angel-fxced or @lip-glossin , your pick on muse ♡
" You wanna talk about it? The more you hold it in the more it's going to bother you. "
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The sin held his glass close to his mouth, looking at the dark brown liquid inside it, his mind wasn't there when the sinner got closer, only coming back when he hears them.
"Oh didn't see you there. I'm glad you're safe dear." Said the sin before takin a sip of his drink. "Talk about what? The party? I think it was a great success."
The skulls around his mane had a sad countenance in their faces, even though the main head was smiling.
If this whole thing turned out to be little more than a bust, Pentious was planning on burning down this entire damn club, with Angel Dust in it. It was the one thought that was echoing through his mind like a mantra, like a bell, as he sat there amongst the quiet silence of the rental room he had slithered into just a few minutes prior, a long cloak he had worn tossed over the hat rack by the door, one that he had worn in his best efforts to keep his face and with it, his identity, hidden from most of the party goers within the club as he snuck around past them and toward where his…scheduled appointment was waiting. Thankfully the bouncer waiting to guide him to his rented room didn’t seem to recognize him, and when he finally got the nerve to pick up the nearby phone located next to the couch he was currently resting on, there was a metal sign screwed into the coffee table, displaying in grand letters that secrecy and anonymity was a high priority at the establishment, and at no point was his call to be recorded, tampered with, or meant to display his identity in any fashion.
Some part of him wanted to believe the obvious lie that was staring back at him as he slowly dialed the provided number and began to “request” his chosen pleasure for the evening, but the rest of him knew damn well that Valentino, the slimy, impudent twat that he was, would take any opportunity to squeeze a few sorry suckers out of every penny they had, and blackmail via public slander with the proof of illicit prostitution racket recordings would no doubt be one of the easier ways for him to get the drop on someone. It was enough to make his scales itch with tension, as he muttered into the phone line, blood growing hot with agitation as he listened to the vulgar feminine voice on the other end whisper about “package deals” in low tones, and his hood refused to grow still as he made his final request, twitching and shivering ever so slightly, letting the ominous sound of rattling fill the room.
When the call was finally finished, it takes all his control to not swipe the phone off the table and let it crash to the floor out of disgust, rationalizing that it probably would be best not to break anything in the room, lest he need to pay for any of the damages, and it was with a snarl on his lips and a hiss growling within his throat that Pentious sat there, arms crossed over his chest with a sneer on his face, coils all but writhing themselves into a ball on the couch trying to keep themselves from touching the fine carpet floors underneath, skin crawling with the idea of all the germs and fluids that could’ve stained this place in the past. Valentino prided himself on having a clean reputation with even more spotless businesses, but Pentious knew that all he would need is a black light to expose all the filth crawling around the underbelly of it’s classy charm and high priced dignity. It was why he always found himself detesting the despicable moth to begin with; his methods of power and, dare he even say, “villainy”, if it could even be called that, were crass, were crude, slimey and deceitful, were as low and loathsome as parasites, invasive and brooding, digging in under the flesh to infest until it has it’s grip on your soul, all while the grotesque and the vile were covered up with charismatic grins and honeyed words of vice and sin.
It was the exact kind of scum that reminded him so much of the institutions and foundations up topside that he had once sworn to burn down and destroy, all those years ago, and while a small part of him almost admired the sheer skill at which Valentino hid the dark, swelling pustules of cruelty and avarice dwelling in his skin from sight, and how wielded his powers of high status and prestige as a sword to cut down his enemies with a ruthlessness only learned from the world of the mob, another part of him knew far too well that a good sword could smite any snake dwelling within the grass, if it knew where to swing. Best to keep out of sight, and hope one day he could rise up and strike down that loathsome little bug out from the skies and send him careening into the mud, where he belongs.
He’s snapped out of his thoughts ever so slightly by the sound of distant moaning, of the sound of loud, wild pleasure, accompanied by the sounds of what must’ve been a headboard knocking itself against a wall, and he found himself feeling a bit of a shiver sliding down his spine, even as he feels his cheeks growing hotter, one of his hands idly moving to start adjusting his bow tie in an effort to ignore the noises, his sneer becoming a bit more prominent even as a part of his mind perks up with interest at the sounds of hedonism occurring so close by. “Tch. You’d think they would bother with the concept of sssssound-proof wallsssss when they built this den of filth..” His tail flicks in distaste, and he looks away from the finely polished door that he had been staring toward, toward a wall where Valentino’s symbol, of a moth with heart patterns in it’s wings, were scattered all over it’s dark purple surface, the illustrations themselves coated in a lighter pink.
The room itself was coated in a dim light, courtesy of the lamp that rested on the same table as the phone, and the furniture decorating it’s surface consisted of many things, from a dresser that was no doubt loaded with all sorts of lingerie, a full length mirror mounted on the right side of the wall, a door to the side leading to a bathroom and a shower, a glass table sitting in front of the couch, upon which was a selection of various lube bottles and a box of finely packaged sex toys (that one he had closed to avoid looking at it), and off to the side of the couch, tucked into a corner was a rather large bed, decorated in the shape of a heart with rose petals on it’s surface. It all felt rather tacky, even garish, but Pentious had found it was the only room option he could have taken without feeling even more uncomfortable than he already was, the other’s consisting of rooms more along the lines of sex dungeons and medical facilities than anything feasible to his flustered nerves.
He crossed his arms tighter around his chest, trying to ignore the thoughts of all the indecent things he had seen when previewing the site, when the sound of footsteps began to grow over the distant din of sex from another far off room, and he feels his back straighten, his eyes narrow ever so slightly. He waited for a moment or two, saw the door knob turn, and as it finally swung open with a heavy creak, exposing the man he went through all this trouble to see, he lets his face shift into a proper glare, serious and grim, eyes glowing in the dim light of the room, hood moving to flare up to it’s full extensions, his tongue flickering out ever so slightly. He could smell perfume on him, sharp and tangy, like that of vanilla mixed with strawberries.
Nothing is said, just Toni straight up walking into Arackniss's home and flopping down on his couch like they owned the place then dramatically draping over the arm of it in true exaggerated fashion.
Arackniss feigns ignorance towards Angel Dust’s presence. The best he can, when his sibling had sprawled out not even a foot from where the smaller spider is sat.
Only after he’s finished with whatever he’d apparently been reading does he clear his throat. Yet, he still doesn’t set the paper down, still doesn’t redirect his attention.
Angel got a headache from everyone and the whole baby boom, hearing Asmodeus's current ordeal with feeding then liquor just made it tenfold. " Ozzy, I love ya but please if ya ever come across a baby just hand it over to me before you give the lil curtain climber alcohol poisonin' or something and I'll give it to someone else. "
@angel-fxced
"Please. I don't want any tiny creature screaming and scaring my customers. I really don't know what to do with them. I saw that the humans used to do that with the whisky to make their babies stop crying and now I just discovered you can't. What do they even eat?"
"The only one I trusted doing business without a contract before. And now the only one I trust dealing with my empire. That is something hard to achieve, my dear. You do have something special in you."
@cherri-bcmb
"Cherri. Such a chaotic energy that I somehow get so fucking attracted to. Still oblivious to how much my claws are grasping around her tightly, that the only room to breath will be me. She is hot. how did we not had sex already?
Lookie who's showed back up to work? And with a gift!
Toni had left Ozzie a bottle of cologne with their sweet smelling venom being the base, 2 VIP reservations tickets for a seat at a jazz club that they would be forming at with Ozzy and Dia's name on the X, a voucher for 2 to get a disguise so they will not be harassed on their night out and a box of chocolate dipped strawberries. On the desk they left a sticky note saying ' Have fun 💋 '
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Asmodeus gets the tickets, bringing them up to his eyes to get a closer look. A dumb smile appears on his lips seeing what was written. A man that has everything still getting surprised by a sinner, the gesture was simple, the Sin could easily get tickets there, but being remembered like this, and not only him but his future wife was enough to make his heart warmer.
SHE GETS NO PEACE, NO QUIET... okay maybe she does.
Though, it's when she least expects it like right now. Angel grabbed Coco by her ankles and dragged her out of her bed and into his, disturbing a pile of valentine's day sweets and making the plush blankets for them both respectfully just fall off the bed then next she has the fluffy and purring nuisance curled underneath her chin and a face full of pale pink curls. He had no intention of letting her up just yet and even brought her game so she may play during this captivity.
Coco was mumbling in her sleep not knowing the looming shadow of her big bro as she slept. "Zzsh, I'd love to share my shake with-zah!" The tug on her ankles made her stop dreaming of her fictional crushes. "Ahh I can't go back to school I just grad-wait; Angel is that you what are you-?"
She felt herself being dropped into a pile of Boxes of Valentine's day stuff. Next thing she felt was something soft, a blanket over her and a face full of fluffy fur in her face. The smell reminds her of fresh flowers.
Realized what's going on now, she just smiled and closed her eyes to go back to sleep. "I'll be here for you long as you need, big bro." She whispered and gave him a smooch on top of his head and snuggled close to him.
