Jan 14
HISSES. SPITS. WEDGES HIMSELF UNDER THE COUCH--
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HISSES. SPITS. WEDGES HIMSELF UNDER THE COUCH--
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"Your face is a picture box! Hah! However does that work for you, sweetheart?" Alastor would cock his head owlishly at the media demon, even going as far as tapping the glass of his screen with a curious little 'Oooo~'
"WHAT THE FUCK. YOU PIGEON WINGED CUNT— HAVE YOU BEEN STALKING ME?"
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It's a smoke and bad mood kind of day, sitting in the director's chair watching the scene with a hostile skepticism that can't be pleased. Nothing is right. Nothing FEELS right. Eyes flicker in the general direction of one of Vox's cameras, can't really see it but even that adds to his bad mood.
"CUT!!" Comes out sharp. Serrated enough for every soul in the studio-every soul he OWNED-to still; dreading what comes next.
"Angel~ come here." Words start sweet but end with an undercurrent of violence. Smile faded as he watches him expectantly over rose-tinted glasses.
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"Unless you've come to show me how many dicks you can take, I am not interested." Valentino said as someone came into his office, one that he barely even used but desperate times call for desperate measures and right now he was looking through all the casting tapes he had, trying to find someone to replace both Angel and Tiffany for a film that was meant to start filming a couple hours ago.
He had already had gone on a damage, tearing some poor lowly demons on half as he stormed through the studio. Which was currently getting put back together by his staff.
His eyes glanced up and looked at newcomer and grinned.
"You might actually work." He said standing up and walking over to them, circling around as he nodded. "You're hired, you are going to be the next big thing in Hell baby."
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"In fairness, I suppose most sinners are scared of exorcists."
"So, you’re, like, the big dick in charge now, huh?" Valentino drawled, secondary hands planted on his hips while one of his primaries extended toward Abel. Not for a shake, but offered elegantly, ring-laden fingers relaxed in an expectant arc, the perfect invitation for a courteous kiss to the back of his hand.
"I'm Valentino."
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After the meeting on what would be done following King Paimon's death and the announcement of her sudden wed to Galba, Stella set forth on her next course of action. This was an opportunity for more, to get back at how much she had been wronged.
A few plans were on her mind, like seeking out Delphine to figure out how she had been faring since Andrealphus' passing. To her, it was the only family she had left that she cared about. Since returning, she had not yet heard from her niece.
Until she figured that out, a matter needed to be attended to while she was already standing in front of Stolas' old mansion, where she was told Octavia and her husband were now residing. It brought a sneer to her beak at staring up at it.
This visit was unannounced, purposely so. She felt no need to call ahead of time or even inform Galba she would be stepping out. Surely a mother could visit her daughter...
The pair of guards, some of her best, she brought with her, stepped forward to ring the front doorbell, awaiting an answer. Annoyance already lay on her face at the fact that she could not simply walk in as she wished. Tensions were already quite high as is, though this may make it worse...
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