Is Vox really still so annoyed that Alastor had gained such infamy and the Vees hadn't yet managed to make the same sort of waves? His time shaking up the foundations of the City was many years ago now, and since then Vox had become a powerful ruling Overlord in his own right. It's pettily amusing he's so hung up on this.
He curls his clawed fingers a little more tightly around his cane, the tips of his smile almost at his eyes.
"If you don't want my assistance, then I'll see myself out. I look forward to seeing how a tripod fares with one leg cut off."
"Y̸̢̳̽̀̐̾̚ͅO̸̮̩̾̆̃͒̏̈́Ú̶̻̥̬̦̳̿͂ ̵̗̝̝̀̽̔̌̇͠ don't ģ̵̡͖̠̰͒̔̇e̸̟̬̯̐t̶͙̗͍͆̐ͅ to just WALTZ in here and WALK OUT A̵̢̺͇̞̠̎L̴̨̹̣͖̽̄͒A̸̧̓͂S̷̨̾͘͝T̵̰̪̬̪̈́̿͆̿̄̚O̵͔͗̇͘͝R̵̢̠͚̞̥͂̇̈̚ͅ," Vox snarled, jabbing his finger into Alastor's chest, fully aware of where he was jabbing. He didn't fucking care if it was healed or not.
"Now answer my ffffFÙ̶̱C̸̮͆K̶̺͠I̵̗͒N̷̜͌Ģ̶̒ question-- why are you bothering to warn us? Why are you coming in here all buddy-buddy after everything??"
Honestly, he should ask himself the same question - sure, there would be potential repercussions to killing the Princess' favorite little pet, but Alastor came to his territory, he could possibly argue self defense. So... why wasn't he just tearing Alastor apart, right now, when the timing for it was perfect?
The only indication that Alastor felt any pain from Vox jabbing at that particular spot, is a tiny pop of static in the air, and the barest narrowing of his eyes. It feels like fire, an infuriating weakness, but all the pain does is motivate him further to get this done.
"I have already told you why, a pity if you didn't listen."
He reaches up and catches hold of that jabbing finger, the first voluntary contact he's made with Vox in many years.
"My current plans do not include a wish for destabilisation. Now that Extermination Day has passed, the eye of judgement will fall closer to home. I will be blunt, if I may? Valentino's days are numbered, and only I can do something to change that."
Vox didn't withdraw his finger, distracted by peering into Alastor's face, trying to find some hint of untruth. That was the most frustrating part of Alastor... you could never fucking tell with him, he'd always bury the lie somewhere in the nugget of truth in any situation. Bastard. Clever, brilliant bastard.
There were... possibilities... on how to wiggle the Vees out of this situation. But if the princess had been bothered enough to tell Alastor, then she'd be bothered enough that Lucifer might get involved.
Ugh.
"What are you getting out of this exchange, exactly?"
Alastor's smile turns sharp and deadly, a predator on the hunt, and the low hum of radio static surrounds him as regards his old rival.
"Naturally I would expect some compensation for putting forward such considerable effort-- what do you say to a little Deal? Oh, don't look at me like that, nothing too onerous. In return for the Vees receiving my protection with our royalty, you will agree to do some work for the hotel. Under my authority."
"...Seriously? That stupid hugbox that almost got you killed? You didn't even stick around to defend it, you ran off like a fucking coward," Vox challenged, angry and with every intent to bite into Alastor's miserable pride.
The barb does its job, digging in deep. Not even necessarily because he ran, Alastor would rather survive above all else, but because his vulnerability and weakness had been witnessed.
A low buzzing hum fills the air, shadows seem to grow a bit darker on the ground, but the moment of danger passes before it can be truly harnessed.
"If you're not interested, I shall leave you to your fates with my apologies for wasting what little time you have left."
Vox grabbed onto Alastor's shoulder, claws digging in - nowhere near as potent as the angelic wound, obviously, but Alastor's anger just fueled Vox. Maybe Alastor needed his help because of how much he fucked up. And more importantly.
"You know, I think I will say yes. Because then I'll have a front row seat to seeing you get completely fucked all over again when Heaven gets back off its ass."
The claws in his shoulder seem, for a moment, to go completely unnoticed and unremarked upon... before tentacles suddenly erupt from shadow beneath them in an attempt to skewer the offending arm in multiple places.
"Excellent."
His tone is at odds with the way his antlers have lengthened slightly, with the way he is shredding that arm that dared to touch him. He holds his own hand out, the glow of green energy swirling around his claws slowly.
Alastor pulls his hand back sharply before any contact can be made, a small warning buzz of static and a flash of radio dials in his eyes, he's not about to agree to such damning new wording of the deal. Support the Vees as such a generic statement? Ha. No.
"In exchange for my support of Valentino's continual survival, you will support the Princess' hotel under my management."
Always on his toes! That's what made haggling a pain. But making a Deal with Alastor was always damning... the fucker always found the back doors, the upper hand.
He won't let the scales be so imbalanced. Alastor is lucky to be alive right now, his confidence aside. "Keep the Vees off of Lucifer's radar, and I'll help with the Hotel for as long as you're helping it."
He can respect Vox for at least attempting to haggle with him, most are too intimidated by the time a Deal is ready to be struck. But he still cannot agree to that changed wording, mostly because he has no control over what the Vees do themselves and how their actions might get them onto Lucifer's radar.
"Should the Vees appear on Lucifer's radar, I will use what influence I have to ensure any retaliation is non-lethal, and in return you will assist with the Hotel under my leadership for as long as I am helping with it."
Vox doesn't need to know that Alastor's influence with Lucifer is literally less than zero, and in fact if he said not to hurt the Vees then the King might annihilate them just to annoy Alastor.
If Alastor's influence is no good, well, at least Vox has this office recording - distorted though Alastor's image might be on it, it'll be undeniable that Alastor knew about the misdeed and hid it from Lucifer to begin with. If the Radio Demon fails then he's coming down too.
"Shake on it and g̶e̸t̶ ̵t̶h̸e̸ ̵f̵̨̨̧̨̨̧̧̢̛̹͕̼̜̮̞̯̬̠̼̩͚̲͕̬̻̪͉̠̲̣̘͚̘̺̻̟̱̳̭̭̰̙̗͖͖̥͚̟̯̖̮̗̖̜̦͉̝̫̻̙̣̝͓̼̞͎͎͗́́̽̉̑͛͆͊̇̿̓͋͌̈́̂̎̽̈́́̍̋͆̃̍̽͋̂̃͊͝͠͝͝ͅͅų̵̨̢̧̢̨̢̡̛̛̳̟͕̘͇̟̩̞̤͍͖̪͉͖̰̳̥̰̺͖̰͔̫͈̯̱̦̟̭̙̥̘͉̯͕͉͖̰̘̙̣͙̰̞̞̮̮̹̲̣͍̫̝̔͒͋͗̎̌͛͌̑̂̒̎͋̈́̍̓͑͛̾͊̌̀̆̓̕͘͝͠͠ͅͅĉ̵̛̳̒̀̉̍͑́͐̅̈́̌̾̉̏̈́͝ķ̵̢̺̼̦̦̥̲̻̮̲̖̮͔̟̺̞͖̖̣̣̠̠̦̰̤̝͕̙͍͔̪̙͚͉͖̜̻̜̬̤͓̟̜̈̐̇̐͒̅͂͌̓̎́̎̑͗͛̊̈́͊̉́̇̐̉͑́̃́̀̽͋͆͐͆̑̋̊̽̉̍̋̈́̇́̈́͌̏̈̀́̾̀͐̄̊̉͒̔̒͐̕̚̚͘̕̕̚̕͘͜͠͝͠͠͠͠͝ͅͅ ̵̗̤̞͇͕̓͒̍͑̎ǫ̵͈̗͙̺̮̃ú̷͙̩̻͈͉̗͊̌͑̔̂̃͗t̴̨̟͕̯̩̤̘̤̟͒̃̃̓̀̋͜ ̶̣̺̓̈́̍͝͠o̴̤̼̪͆̂̕͝f̸̡̣̞̑̈͒̇̇͑̓̅̚ ̷̢̓̐m̸̢̙͉͔̰͇̽ỷ̴̹̐͑̓ ̷̧̮̥̼̀͋̈́̽̓͂̈͜t̵̗͎̝̤̱͕͎͍̫̖̐̈́̎̅ơ̵̪͇͈͇̲̯̺̜̊̎̂̆ͅw̷̡̢͙̠͇̪͎̄̃̔̉̓̆͊̿̕͝ͅé̶̗ṛ̴̨̦͕̖͙̼̼͘."
There’s a burst of energy as the Deal is made, voodoo green and crackles of electric blue collide, two powerful Overlords in one binding contract. The air smells acrid, like burned out wires, and Alastor feels a part of him internally rejoice. This is one of the best days of his afterlife and if he were the sort to skip, then he might very well skip back to the hotel in delight.
Instead, his smile only grows to the point where it's nearly splitting his face in two, stitches seeming to hold it high at the edges.
"When you report to the hotel tomorrow at nine, do make sure to call me sir."
Ha! And with that last jab at the fact Vox foolishly agreed to work under Alastor's leadership, he melts down into shadow and disappears.
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Is Vox really still so annoyed that Alastor had gained such infamy and the Vees hadn't yet managed to make the same sort of waves? His time shaking up the foundations of the City was many years ago now, and since then Vox had become a powerful ruling Overlord in his own right. It's pettily amusing he's so hung up on this.
He curls his clawed fingers a little more tightly around his cane, the tips of his smile almost at his eyes.
"If you don't want my assistance, then I'll see myself out. I look forward to seeing how a tripod fares with one leg cut off."
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"Now answer my ffffFÙ̶̱C̸̮͆K̶̺͠I̵̗͒N̷̜͌Ģ̶̒ question-- why are you bothering to warn us? Why are you coming in here all buddy-buddy after everything??"
Honestly, he should ask himself the same question - sure, there would be potential repercussions to killing the Princess' favorite little pet, but Alastor came to his territory, he could possibly argue self defense. So... why wasn't he just tearing Alastor apart, right now, when the timing for it was perfect?
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"I have already told you why, a pity if you didn't listen."
He reaches up and catches hold of that jabbing finger, the first voluntary contact he's made with Vox in many years.
"My current plans do not include a wish for destabilisation. Now that Extermination Day has passed, the eye of judgement will fall closer to home. I will be blunt, if I may? Valentino's days are numbered, and only I can do something to change that."
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There were... possibilities... on how to wiggle the Vees out of this situation. But if the princess had been bothered enough to tell Alastor, then she'd be bothered enough that Lucifer might get involved.
Ugh.
"What are you getting out of this exchange, exactly?"
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Alastor's smile turns sharp and deadly, a predator on the hunt, and the low hum of radio static surrounds him as regards his old rival.
"Naturally I would expect some compensation for putting forward such considerable effort-- what do you say to a little Deal? Oh, don't look at me like that, nothing too onerous. In return for the Vees receiving my protection with our royalty, you will agree to do some work for the hotel. Under my authority."
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A low buzzing hum fills the air, shadows seem to grow a bit darker on the ground, but the moment of danger passes before it can be truly harnessed.
"If you're not interested, I shall leave you to your fates with my apologies for wasting what little time you have left."
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"You know, I think I will say yes. Because then I'll have a front row seat to seeing you get completely fucked all over again when Heaven gets back off its ass."
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"Excellent."
His tone is at odds with the way his antlers have lengthened slightly, with the way he is shredding that arm that dared to touch him. He holds his own hand out, the glow of green energy swirling around his claws slowly.
"Then we have a deal?"
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"In exchange for you supporting the Vees? I'll financially and optically support the Princess' project. Deal."
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Alastor pulls his hand back sharply before any contact can be made, a small warning buzz of static and a flash of radio dials in his eyes, he's not about to agree to such damning new wording of the deal. Support the Vees as such a generic statement? Ha. No.
"In exchange for my support of Valentino's continual survival, you will support the Princess' hotel under my management."
Now he offers his hand again.
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He won't let the scales be so imbalanced. Alastor is lucky to be alive right now, his confidence aside. "Keep the Vees off of Lucifer's radar, and I'll help with the Hotel for as long as you're helping it."
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"Should the Vees appear on Lucifer's radar, I will use what influence I have to ensure any retaliation is non-lethal, and in return you will assist with the Hotel under my leadership for as long as I am helping with it."
Vox doesn't need to know that Alastor's influence with Lucifer is literally less than zero, and in fact if he said not to hurt the Vees then the King might annihilate them just to annoy Alastor.
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If Alastor's influence is no good, well, at least Vox has this office recording - distorted though Alastor's image might be on it, it'll be undeniable that Alastor knew about the misdeed and hid it from Lucifer to begin with. If the Radio Demon fails then he's coming down too.
"Shake on it and g̶e̸t̶ ̵t̶h̸e̸ ̵f̵̨̨̧̨̨̧̧̢̛̹͕̼̜̮̞̯̬̠̼̩͚̲͕̬̻̪͉̠̲̣̘͚̘̺̻̟̱̳̭̭̰̙̗͖͖̥͚̟̯̖̮̗̖̜̦͉̝̫̻̙̣̝͓̼̞͎͎͗́́̽̉̑͛͆͊̇̿̓͋͌̈́̂̎̽̈́́̍̋͆̃̍̽͋̂̃͊͝͠͝͝ͅͅų̵̨̢̧̢̨̢̡̛̛̳̟͕̘͇̟̩̞̤͍͖̪͉͖̰̳̥̰̺͖̰͔̫͈̯̱̦̟̭̙̥̘͉̯͕͉͖̰̘̙̣͙̰̞̞̮̮̹̲̣͍̫̝̔͒͋͗̎̌͛͌̑̂̒̎͋̈́̍̓͑͛̾͊̌̀̆̓̕͘͝͠͠ͅͅĉ̵̛̳̒̀̉̍͑́͐̅̈́̌̾̉̏̈́͝ķ̵̢̺̼̦̦̥̲̻̮̲̖̮͔̟̺̞͖̖̣̣̠̠̦̰̤̝͕̙͍͔̪̙͚͉͖̜̻̜̬̤͓̟̜̈̐̇̐͒̅͂͌̓̎́̎̑͗͛̊̈́͊̉́̇̐̉͑́̃́̀̽͋͆͐͆̑̋̊̽̉̍̋̈́̇́̈́͌̏̈̀́̾̀͐̄̊̉͒̔̒͐̕̚̚͘̕̕̚̕͘͜͠͝͠͠͠͠͝ͅͅ ̵̗̤̞͇͕̓͒̍͑̎ǫ̵͈̗͙̺̮̃ú̷͙̩̻͈͉̗͊̌͑̔̂̃͗t̴̨̟͕̯̩̤̘̤̟͒̃̃̓̀̋͜ ̶̣̺̓̈́̍͝͠o̴̤̼̪͆̂̕͝f̸̡̣̞̑̈͒̇̇͑̓̅̚ ̷̢̓̐m̸̢̙͉͔̰͇̽ỷ̴̹̐͑̓ ̷̧̮̥̼̀͋̈́̽̓͂̈͜t̵̗͎̝̤̱͕͎͍̫̖̐̈́̎̅ơ̵̪͇͈͇̲̯̺̜̊̎̂̆ͅw̷̡̢͙̠͇̪͎̄̃̔̉̓̆͊̿̕͝ͅé̶̗ṛ̴̨̦͕̖͙̼̼͘."
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There’s a burst of energy as the Deal is made, voodoo green and crackles of electric blue collide, two powerful Overlords in one binding contract. The air smells acrid, like burned out wires, and Alastor feels a part of him internally rejoice. This is one of the best days of his afterlife and if he were the sort to skip, then he might very well skip back to the hotel in delight.
Instead, his smile only grows to the point where it's nearly splitting his face in two, stitches seeming to hold it high at the edges.
"When you report to the hotel tomorrow at nine, do make sure to call me sir."
Ha! And with that last jab at the fact Vox foolishly agreed to work under Alastor's leadership, he melts down into shadow and disappears.