#ducktastic-dad

[steelgrey-angel]

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Vaggie gave a shy little curtsy to the King, hoping she didn't look too awkward doing that. That's what you did with Royalty right? You bowed or whatever? Oh man...why did she always feel so nervous in front of her girlfriend's dad...

"Eherm...good evening King Lucifer, Sir...Mister Lucifer?"

What did she even call him-

[originemesis]

@ducktastic-dad

"Oh, my whoopsie~ let me just clear that up with some...sign language!!"

[highstakcs-a]

( @ducktastic-dad with wall of text fuckery )

` " ... no, you're not. "

[siidewinder]

➥ @ducktastic-dad || x

【𝐈.】 pride was arguably one of striker's least favorite places to be.

【𝐈𝐈.】 full to the brim with chaotic, irritating sinners who stank of the living world and wrought havoc wherever they went. hell's very own wastebasket for the lowest of society. these facts alone were not enough to tarnish the reputation of the pride ring for him, hell, he may have enjoyed visits there had it not been for one fact; these earthborn sinners outranked him. despite having been hellborn, despite everything these damned souls were still above him. greatly unhappy was he with the system as a whole but at least other hellborn demons that outranked him were just that; hellborn. walking about pride just served to rub salt in the wound with sinners at every turn; of course it mattered little in that moment, he was being paid to be here. a job was a job was a job, and money was money. he could stomach the view with such pretty incentive.

【𝐈𝐈𝐈.】 in his life, he'd come toe to toe with many beings far more powerful than he; higher demons, overlords, hell even the ars goetia had done business with him and paid handsomely, but never had he expected to see one so well known as lucifer himself. it was a concept that had simply never crossed his mind as even a possibility.

【𝐈𝐕.】 so quite shocked was he to see the other about. of course he knew of the recent extermination, how the exterminator army had been beaten back. it had been big news all around despite it meaning very little to striker. quite frankly, he had no dog in this fight; angels weren't the issue of hellborn demons such as himself, ergo he'd simply waved off this news as inapplicable to him. nevertheless, he supposed it made sense for the king of hell himself to be a bit more proactive, even if at first he found it jarring. after all, this had been due to his foolhardy daughter.

【𝐕.】 he was unimpressed with the man; this is what had been so terrifying? he was expected to believe that this was some all powerful fallen angel? he scoffed at the thought; the other was soft looking, almost delicate when compared to the hardened wrathians he'd grown up around. hell they were nearly eye level; striker was tall for his kind but understood well that sinners and other hellborn species typically towered above him. regardless of his first impressions of this dandy, he supposed a detour could be taken. a man in power meant an opportunity to impress; there could be personal gain in engaging.

【𝐕𝐈.】 so he straightens his back with a soft pop, taking a moment to stretch, before he dons a winning smile as he makes his approach.

❝that was mighty fine work on extermination day, if you don't mind me sayin'. color me impressed.❞

【𝐕𝐈𝐈.】 he begins, tail flicking in contentment. easy smalltalk was a way to begin charming ones way into an inner circle, an art he knew well and had perfected. as of yet he was unsure what exactly it was he wanted to gain from this, but powerful allies never hurt to make, even if sucking up to the upper class was so internally grating. a fact not at all made obvious by his friendly tone and broad grin.

❝you must be awful proud of your girl.❞

[19mhz]

@ducktastic-dad: ‘if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.’

YOU, THING OF GORE, MAW SPLIT INTO A VISCERALLY CONGENIAL SMILE THAT CLENCHES TEETH. sharp-tipped fingers, stained hell's red (how amusing! oh, really, to be a blood-covered color in perpetuity), clacked atop the head of his cane resting within his palm as knuckles rolled languidly. eyes slid towards the shorter like flesh splitting across a sharp-edge, half-lidded. the smile broadened, creasing under-eyes, and there's a pop of static as if a radio dial had been abruptly twisted 'round. i'll pluck your feathers out by the fistful just to see those precious wings bleed.

instead, gaze jovially aglow, “oh my, that's quite a complicated word for you! are you certain you were ready to use it?” head lolled sideward with a disconcerting crack of his neck before righting itself (faint track-laughter sounded out, garbled, amidst the static's hum). vexation is a rotting thing oozing inside of him. not a bit of this had went how he intended — and the hotel had been rebuilt largely without him (it's a black mark towards the ledger of a precarious standing). dear charlie wouldn't discard of him yet, nor so simply, but the demon wouldn't let that fall to fate — or, ha-ha, divine intervention. here at its start — and i'll be here at its end, just you wait and see.

“tsk-tsk, no, my good sir!” tone's static thrummed. “the word you're looking for is piteous. it's quite a shame that i didn't step in sooner to save the thing from looking like a tacky fun-house.” the exigent angelic pang across his chest reminds him just why he hadn't. chin blenched indiscernibly, though fingers squeezed upon his cane. the ache is akin to stitched flesh stretched at the seam, but smile remained unfaltering. a virulent curve crept along the growing curl of his upper lip. not important — one misses out on a good time if a wound isn't spilling. and my threads ... hold.

[statiicstag]

x @ducktastic-dad

It was time for a new tactic—a new game to play, so to speak.

The never-ending torment had been fun at first, as always, but there were only so many jokes to be made about one's height and marital status before you began to run out of material. And as a well renowned radio star, he ought to know a thing or two about things becoming stale, shouldn't he? Why, listeners would be dropping left and right if he didn't!

It was amusing to know he could patronize him as much as he liked without facing much of his ire, Charlie his shield from it. He wouldn't want to break her heart by snuffing her bestest friend out of existence, would he?

What was better than the merriment of seeing Lucifer's eyes light up with rage only to be doused by the idea of making his spawn sad? Only one thing: the power that could come with having him on his side rather than so stiffly against him that Alastor was sure if he were to burst into flames it would not only be Lucifer's doing, but he would also not even piss to put him out.

It will be a long game, that's for certain: he, too, would be suspicious if someone so hellbent on causing misery was suddenly playing nice. But Alastor can wait him out, he has all the time in the afterlife: and besides, it doesn't look like the King is going to be leaving the hotel any time soon.

He tap taps his shoulder, and when ( if ) Lucifer turns around Alastor will be standing politely, both hands behind his back. Surely, the very image of good will.

❝ Good evening! ❞ A razor sharp smile accompanies the words, as per usual. He's been doing his best to not lay the politeness on too thick since he's started this new venture. That would only rouse suspicion. ❝ If I may take up a moment of your time, could I interest you in a chat? ❞ He avoids sarcastically adding the word precious regarding his time, but only barely.

[maimedaffairg]

❛ my darling @ducktastic-dad ! ❜ delight flutters up stolas' neck feathers as he leans chin into fists , propped at the elbow on his desk. his smile is contagious &* genuine ; after all , it's not every day that he gets to see the big man himself ! ❛ ALWAYS A PLEASURE ! what do i owe this visit to our impish side of town ? ❜

[xluciifer]

his doppelganger wants a bite ? GLADLY. lucy's gonna grab the coolest, smartest, handsomest, etc, guy in hell by the pencil-thin waist and CHOMP that shoulder hard enough to sink his pearly whites half-way through. a little violent chewsday as a treat.

Violence? Against himself? It's more likely than you think! Nothing wrong with a little self inflicted masochism, right? What chomp compares better than the teeth of his own self, honestly! He was a pretty delicious platter to sink teeth into.