"...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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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.