#kakodaimones

[the-smallest-star]

//He's not sure how to feel about this @kakodaimones

[yayahooyippee]

@kakodaimones

🌈 "WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?! YOU CHOSE TO MESS WITH THE HOTEL!!! I WAS JUST EXCITED TO SHARE THE NEWS THAT REDEMPTION IS POSSIBLE!!!"

🌈 "EVERYTHING ELSE YOU'VE GOT GOING ON HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME, AND TRYING TO HURT MY REPUTATION IS ONE THING, BUT HURTING THE SINNERS WHO ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO TRY FOR REDEMPTION IN A SOCIETY THAT DOESN'T BELIEVE IN THEM AT ALL??? NO. I'M ANGRY AT YOU. I'M NOT HOLDING MY BREATH AND WAITING FOR YOU TO COME HERE, I'M MOVING ON WITHOUT YOU."

🌈 "Whatever you and Alastor have going on has NOTHING to do with the Hotel or its residents! Alastor doesn't even BELIEVE in REDEMPTION, he told me that himself! But I don't turn people away if they're offering to help! YOU and the other Vees have gone out of your way to HURT US, and no amount of SOB STORY is going to make that okay!!" She might be lying a bit there, but she's so angry that it feels easier to bend the truth just a bit. In reality, Vox's past with Alastor would absolutely break her heart. But, it wouldn't make his actions okay. Only working towards recovery would have her forgive him at all.

[hcppyhotel]

❝   swallow  his  pride  and  just  DO  IT  already.  rid  us  of  this  annoying  whining  of  his.  ❞

[chavahs]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI ache for the touch of your lips, dear, but much more for the touch of your whips, dear. You can raise welts like nobody else; let our love be a flame, not an ember. Say it's me that you want to dismember; blacken my eye, set fire to my tie. My heart entreats, just hear those savage beats & go put on your cleats, & come & trample me. Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany, that's why I'm in such exquisite agony. Bash in my brain & make me scream with pain; then kick me once again & say we'll never part. Fracture my spine & swear that you're mine, as we dance to the Masochism Tango⠀/⠀featuring @kakodaimones⠀/⠀Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer

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[steelgrey-angel]

"Who the fuck handles the breakfast here?" The television demon is grumbling in the lobby, looking a bit disheveled as he holds a plate with half a muffin on it in one hand and his favorite coffee mug in the other - or former favorite, as Charlie has defaced it to read "FUCK HUG ALASTOR."

"I've got a complaint I need to lodge."

"You really don't want the answer to that question, Netflix n' Chill."

Vaggi snorted from her place by the counter of the bar. She too was happily eating her breakfast. She had her own mug, sipping from a muted purple mug that had a little angel wing design for it's handle. She'd slow blink at their newest resident, chuckling and hiding a mischievous grin against the rim of her coffee cup. Who was gonna tell him Alastor did most of the cooking around here~

[heirhell]

It's not every day that you get to run the Princess of Hell over, but, that's exactly what happens. The heart of the Entertainment District in Pentagram City is chaotic to navigate through and even more so when experiencing vertigo. It's broken. The one thing she has left of him is broken. And she's too scared to fix it.

So hands clutching her modest clutch close, Charlie finds herself hurrying across the city. She ignores the paparazzi — their voices barely audible to her as the throbbing in her head becomes a haunting beat resembling her heart's pace. Muffled commands and requests reach her ears. The cameras flash like one big spotlight everywhere she goes. And just as she stops at an intersection and the light goes green, she forgets that it's not her turn to walk.

A camera flashes, and she begins to make a mad dash when the front end of a dark limousine that had never truly lost its momentum to the frantically changing stoplights comes racing forward. She's struck, though unintentionally, @kakodaimones' driver gets a solid hit on her that sends the heir to the throne of Hell rolling across the windshield and halfway through the roof of the car like a marionette on strings. She hits the ground hard, the wind being knocked out of her as her head spins momentarily. The crowd goes wild, cameras clicking with excitement.

► ' OH-HO SHIT. SHE JUST ATE SHIT. ' ► ' HOLY SHIT ISN'T THAT CAR FROM VOXTEK? ' ► ' WHOEVER'S IN IT IS GOING TO HAVE TO ANSWER TO THE VEES. '

Fortunately, due to her inhuman strength, her body just aches. But she's disoriented and, with her free hair obstructing her face, she struggles to find her clutch, only spotting it when a reporter gets too close and gives it an accidental kick. She doesn't unleash hell's fury, but she screams like someone's just been murdered as she scrambles to pull her clutch, and the contents inside it close. " 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 ! ! ! "

[infernal-feminae]

@kakodaimones || x

"Hmmm..." Rosie hummed thoughtfully, taking a dainty sip of her tea. He was obviously here because he wanted something from her. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't curious and after Alastor had double-crossed her...

Well, she was more willing to hear whatever Vox had to say.

"S'ppose so, honey! An' as colleagues, I'm guessin' you came ta' me then for a little chat?" She set her cup and saucer down on the table between them, folding her hands in her lap. "Am I on the right track~?"

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@kakodaimones / From XX

              ❝ Ohhh you some like, influencer or something ?? Makes sense, y'got no fashion sense. ❞ She glances up from her phone, giving another look up and down. . Yeah, he needs help. She doesn't consider herself an expert, but she can tell a wounded animal when she sees one.

              ❝ You should considering dyeing some of your getup, fur, feathers whatever. Maybe get yourself a suit or somethin'. ❞ Claws tap against her phone, clearly she's got something in mind. . ❝ I know some places if you're lookin' for 'em. ❞