✦°•. ⋆ @the-nexus ⋆ Lucifer has crossed paths with an enigmatic Goetian...
» For the hotel to receive a visitor of a caliber higher than a sinner was likely quite strange; it was staffed decently well enough and served no purpose for non-sinners, so a small commotion of surprise had broken out when a well-dressed, crimp-tailed imp pushed his way in followed by a taller, sharply-dressed Goetian. Though his gaze was soft, it was understandable some of the guests were hesitant, others excited, with a few expressing annoyance that one would just enter so casually. Despite all the clamouring, the duo would approach the desk — a tour was requested when a member of staff had the time, something the eager owner was keen enough to indulge.
» At one point however they had suddenly been forced to separate near the kitchen, an urgent matter requiring the princess' attention being kindly encouraged as top priority by the Goetian; the imp and presumably his master now stood alone, the former wildly jotting notes down in a small journal.
❝ Good call coming here, Lord Barbatos! ❞ » the imp beamed as he peered up from his writing. ❝ This place is really poppin', so maybe she'll accept the proposal! ❞
» His words would be followed by a low, rumbled hum from the Goetian, whose head turned to his left slightly as he caught the sounds of bootfalls in the distance.
❝ ... Someone doth approach, ❞ » spoke Barbatos in a calmed tone, one hand lifted slightly from his side in a subdued hushing gesture. ❝ We shalt speak more of thine plan in due time. ❞
