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While Cannibal Town keeps things a little more... retro... you'd be a fool to assume that they weren't perfectly in the loop about the new radio star gracing the airwaves with the screams of death and agony of the Overlord victims he's abducted.
Rosie was settling in with her Emporium with Franklin. She's got quite a foothold and reputation as an Overlord - honestly, she's curious what the Radio Demon is like! If things get a little hairy, well, she'll be able to handle herself, she's sure.
Rosie was settling in with her Emporium with Franklin. She's got quite a foothold and reputation as an Overlord - honestly, she's curious what the Radio Demon is like! If things get a little hairy, well, she'll be able to handle herself, she's sure.
This is a potentially dangerous time.
The battle may be won and the hotel rebuilt, but Alastor isn't quite so full of disgustingly naïve optimism as the rest of the residents. His reputation is one of the things that keeps the hotel relatively safe, and that reputation may well be under threat from something much more damning than a lengthy absence that could easily be spun to add to his own mystery. No, if he knows the Vees (and specially Vox), there's bound to be footage of the battle, which means footage of his humiliating defeat to Adam.
True, he won't show up well in it, but even distorted, even blurred, having that released would be a blow hard to recover from. It itches like cockroaches crawling under his skin, fuelled by the painful wound hidden carefully beneath his clothes, an almost manic dark desire to eviscerate anyone who saw his disgrace. He needs to both neutralise this threat, and send a wider message that the Radio Demon is still a force to be feared. Thankfully, he has an idea. It's quite the gambit, a gamble perhaps more suited to Husk than himself, but he is confident in his ability to pull it off.
It's late, well outside of business operating hours, but that's just a small disrespect to add flavour to this whole thing. He walks calmly into the lobby of the Vees Tower as if he belongs there, as if this isn't the stronghold of enemy territory. He makes sure he projects an air of nonchalance as he approaches the reception desk, as if he's never heard the term "injury from holy weapon and a humiliating retreat", as if the Vees were so inconsequential as threats that he could walk into their inner sanctum without the slightest fear of harm.
"Salutations~!"
He smiles widely at whatever goon is on reception.
"I'm here for my midnight appointment, my good man."
It doesn't matter that he doesn't actually have an appointment, he hardly thinks his trip here will be wasted. Either Vox will be alerted by the poor confused creature at reception, or perhaps he already has been alerted by the way his many cameras will be glitching at attempting to record him. Whichever, he doesn't imagine he'll have to wait long.
The battle may be won and the hotel rebuilt, but Alastor isn't quite so full of disgustingly naïve optimism as the rest of the residents. His reputation is one of the things that keeps the hotel relatively safe, and that reputation may well be under threat from something much more damning than a lengthy absence that could easily be spun to add to his own mystery. No, if he knows the Vees (and specially Vox), there's bound to be footage of the battle, which means footage of his humiliating defeat to Adam.
True, he won't show up well in it, but even distorted, even blurred, having that released would be a blow hard to recover from. It itches like cockroaches crawling under his skin, fuelled by the painful wound hidden carefully beneath his clothes, an almost manic dark desire to eviscerate anyone who saw his disgrace. He needs to both neutralise this threat, and send a wider message that the Radio Demon is still a force to be feared. Thankfully, he has an idea. It's quite the gambit, a gamble perhaps more suited to Husk than himself, but he is confident in his ability to pull it off.
It's late, well outside of business operating hours, but that's just a small disrespect to add flavour to this whole thing. He walks calmly into the lobby of the Vees Tower as if he belongs there, as if this isn't the stronghold of enemy territory. He makes sure he projects an air of nonchalance as he approaches the reception desk, as if he's never heard the term "injury from holy weapon and a humiliating retreat", as if the Vees were so inconsequential as threats that he could walk into their inner sanctum without the slightest fear of harm.
"Salutations~!"
He smiles widely at whatever goon is on reception.
"I'm here for my midnight appointment, my good man."
It doesn't matter that he doesn't actually have an appointment, he hardly thinks his trip here will be wasted. Either Vox will be alerted by the poor confused creature at reception, or perhaps he already has been alerted by the way his many cameras will be glitching at attempting to record him. Whichever, he doesn't imagine he'll have to wait long.
Alastor quite likes what little of Cannibal Town he's seen, it's even more vintage than his particular aesthetic and he finds it distinctly restful compared to the flashier and more gaudy areas of the city. Perhaps it's this good mood that has him humming a soft lilting jazz tune as he walks straight towards the Overlord's Emporium, as yet undecided how this afternoon will go.
Most of the Overlords he comes across end up as fresh additions to his broadcast, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of behaving in other ways if it suits his interests. For now, he's content to simply look around and gather information-- after all, nobody knows him from any other Sinner, he hasn't yet revealed himself as the one behind the radio broadcasts.
The bell chimes as he opens the door and joins the throng of cannibals waiting their turn, bright red eyes fixed on his current target. Observing.
Most of the Overlords he comes across end up as fresh additions to his broadcast, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of behaving in other ways if it suits his interests. For now, he's content to simply look around and gather information-- after all, nobody knows him from any other Sinner, he hasn't yet revealed himself as the one behind the radio broadcasts.
The bell chimes as he opens the door and joins the throng of cannibals waiting their turn, bright red eyes fixed on his current target. Observing.
The front desk is sent cowering - but they don't need to alert Vox. Vox already knows what's going on in his building, the whole place is rigged relentlessly with cameras, after all.
So what if Vox's initial reaction upon seeing that distorted red blur in his front lobby was to spit out his coffee in shock? He's already giddy - after all, Alastor was injured, and vulnerable, and came right to him.
The television demon doesn't take a second more to think - he hops right through the wires and zips right to the front door, crackling with electricity as wires rose from him. "ALASTOR! Oh, ohohohohoh, you fucked up coming here, you arrogant piece of SHIT! You are gonna fucking DIE!"
So what if Vox's initial reaction upon seeing that distorted red blur in his front lobby was to spit out his coffee in shock? He's already giddy - after all, Alastor was injured, and vulnerable, and came right to him.
The television demon doesn't take a second more to think - he hops right through the wires and zips right to the front door, crackling with electricity as wires rose from him. "ALASTOR! Oh, ohohohohoh, you fucked up coming here, you arrogant piece of SHIT! You are gonna fucking DIE!"
She's got another working with her in the Emporium, but it's clear that Rosie is the charisma of the joint - she's giving customers advice, chatting them up delightedly, making silly little jokes.
Maybe she could sense a powerful presence, or maybe not - either way, Alastor ends up waiting to be attended to.
"Well well! What a handsome new face we've got here! Welcome to Cannibal Town, dear! Or should I say, deer?"
Maybe she could sense a powerful presence, or maybe not - either way, Alastor ends up waiting to be attended to.
"Well well! What a handsome new face we've got here! Welcome to Cannibal Town, dear! Or should I say, deer?"
He's really not sure why, but her manner is instantly quite disarming to him. Alastor is usually not someone who tolerates ribbing at his expense, but this is harmless and oddly... warm, as if they are already sharing an inside joke. Fascinating, what social skills this woman has to make all of those who stand in front of her feel as though they're welcome friends.
"Alastor, a pleasure to meet you."
Holding his cane in one hand, he holds the other out towards her politely.
"Naturally I know who you are already, you have quite the reputation and I couldn't resist coming to put a face to the name."
"Alastor, a pleasure to meet you."
Holding his cane in one hand, he holds the other out towards her politely.
"Naturally I know who you are already, you have quite the reputation and I couldn't resist coming to put a face to the name."
Alastor is keenly aware of the fact that this could get very messy, very quickly. And far from their usual spats, there's no guarantee he would walk away from this one, not with him injured as he is and Vox at full strength. Though, naturally, he isn't wholly defenceless. He has been hoarding his power ready for this meeting, so he can put on quite the show if it becomes wholly necessary.
He has to make sure it doesn't become necessary.
Despite the sudden charge of electricity in the air and the present threat of curling wires, Alastor merely cants his head slightly to one side as if observing something mildly interesting rather than dangerous. Other than that, he makes no move at all, his smile remaining as nonchalant as ever.
He leans around the other demon and when he speaks it's as if Vox has welcomed him in rather than threatened his life.
"I assume the meeting rooms are back there? Come along then, my good man, no time like the present to get down to business."
He has to make sure it doesn't become necessary.
Despite the sudden charge of electricity in the air and the present threat of curling wires, Alastor merely cants his head slightly to one side as if observing something mildly interesting rather than dangerous. Other than that, he makes no move at all, his smile remaining as nonchalant as ever.
He leans around the other demon and when he speaks it's as if Vox has welcomed him in rather than threatened his life.
"I assume the meeting rooms are back there? Come along then, my good man, no time like the present to get down to business."
Her brows raise at the effect of his voice, and the cane's mic-like appearance suddenly makes much more sense - why, this is none other than the Radio Demon himself! Rosie's smile broadens, resting her dainty hand on his and squeezing his fingers, very lady-like. But it's brief, because she wants to pinch and tug at Alastor's lapels, beaming.
"Oh! You're that thrilling new radio host we've gotten down here! My word, you cut quite a figure, leave one hell of an impression! Come, come, let's sit and chat, I am so curious about you! Are you hungry, deer? I've got a nice rack of ribs ready to go, a little dry-aged and everything!"
"Oh! You're that thrilling new radio host we've gotten down here! My word, you cut quite a figure, leave one hell of an impression! Come, come, let's sit and chat, I am so curious about you! Are you hungry, deer? I've got a nice rack of ribs ready to go, a little dry-aged and everything!"
"What fucking business do you think you have here besides w-walking up like a fawn to the s̵̰̗̝̜̿̿̃͠l̸̟̫͂̊͝à̷̙̺͕̣͆͌̑͜ͅȗ̷̦̳̿̏̌̓g̸̡̛͂͑h̷̡̢͖̮̱͈͊͂̀̔̉̒ͅt̷͎̼͉̟͖̔͜e̴̹̞̘͖͚̮̻͗̈́̃̈̈́r̶̢̬̞̞̪̅̀̊́?" Vox asked, voice stuttering and glitching from anger.
And yet, he didn't lash out, because-- what the fuck is Alastor's game here?? Even if he did crackle harsher, enough that the employee at the front desk took her shot and ran out the front door before a fight actually broke out.
And yet, he didn't lash out, because-- what the fuck is Alastor's game here?? Even if he did crackle harsher, enough that the employee at the front desk took her shot and ran out the front door before a fight actually broke out.
He cannot deny that he's now curious about her as well. What had been an almost academic curiosity before, a need for information about one of the ruling Overlords, it's now something more personal. This reaction is not one he's had from any of the others he's come across - either they want to dismiss him as insignificant, throw their own weight around to prove who's boss, or try to suck up to him in fear.
She is doing none of those things. The compliments sent his way seem to be entirely genuine, but also completely at ease. He doesn't realise it's simply because Rosie is confident in herself, her power, and her place in Hell; she has no need for a pissing contest, and no need to feel threatened by anyone else having power of their own.
"That sounds delightful, I must confess to skipping breakfast before coming out."
If he had less power, perhaps Alastor would have been one of her citizens, for he shows only eagerness at the idea of this sort of snack.
"I'm flattered that you've heard my show, I do hope you've enjoyed listening in."
She is doing none of those things. The compliments sent his way seem to be entirely genuine, but also completely at ease. He doesn't realise it's simply because Rosie is confident in herself, her power, and her place in Hell; she has no need for a pissing contest, and no need to feel threatened by anyone else having power of their own.
"That sounds delightful, I must confess to skipping breakfast before coming out."
If he had less power, perhaps Alastor would have been one of her citizens, for he shows only eagerness at the idea of this sort of snack.
"I'm flattered that you've heard my show, I do hope you've enjoyed listening in."
Keeping Vox off-balance was key to this whole plan-- rivals though they could be, Alastor would not be so arrogant as to write off Vox's intelligence when he had a cool head. But anger or confusion could keep him from making rational decisions, and that was usually when Alastor gained the upper hand.
"I'm here to do you a favour, of course~"
He's not. The furthest thing from it.
But his response is irritatingly chipper and vague, knowing it will dig under Vox's skin and hoping the curiosity of what Alastor could possibly be offering as a favour will do enough to grant him this meeting without it ending in bloodshed.
"I'm here to do you a favour, of course~"
He's not. The furthest thing from it.
But his response is irritatingly chipper and vague, knowing it will dig under Vox's skin and hoping the curiosity of what Alastor could possibly be offering as a favour will do enough to grant him this meeting without it ending in bloodshed.
"Oh it's delightfully wicked, and the jazz intermissions? Jazz is a little past my time but it is a delight. It's got that nice energy to it, it's a big hit around here, you know!" Rosie eagerly gossiped, pulling out a chair for Alastor to sit at a quaint little lunch table. It didn't matter that she was the lady here - she was in charge, and he was her guest.
The ice chest isn't far - she pulls out a platter with a rack of what is very clearly human ribs - or at least, humanoid ribs. Given the size, probably a Sinner. She slides the silver platter onto the table and fetches a hot pot of water for tea to go with it. "Now, darling, people are only calling you the Radio Demon - what's your name? Or are you still picking one out? That's normal too, of course, plenty of people like to put some distance between their living lives. Not me, personally, it sounds too odd to be called anything but Rosie!"
The ice chest isn't far - she pulls out a platter with a rack of what is very clearly human ribs - or at least, humanoid ribs. Given the size, probably a Sinner. She slides the silver platter onto the table and fetches a hot pot of water for tea to go with it. "Now, darling, people are only calling you the Radio Demon - what's your name? Or are you still picking one out? That's normal too, of course, plenty of people like to put some distance between their living lives. Not me, personally, it sounds too odd to be called anything but Rosie!"
It's a gamble, and a careful tightrope to walk - Vox's anger has him grabbing Alastor by the coat and dragging him closer, absolutely glowing in anger.
"A FAVOR? The fuck kind of FAVOR do you think you have to offer me, you outdated, chopped-up has-been?"
"A FAVOR? The fuck kind of FAVOR do you think you have to offer me, you outdated, chopped-up has-been?"
Alastor allowed himself to be fussed over, though he made sure to pour her a cup of tea before his own - his mother taught him the value of good manners, and that’s held true even past his death.
“Alastor, at your service.”
He feels no need to change his name or distance himself from his life. He finds too many fools feel shame at landing in hell, wanting to pretend their demon selves are somehow separate. But Alastor always knew what he was.
Taking one of the ribs, he holds it delicately between two claws and takes a nibble, smile brightening and a static hum of approval surrounding them.
“My, what a delicate flavour, quite exquisite, did you season these yourself?”
“Alastor, at your service.”
He feels no need to change his name or distance himself from his life. He finds too many fools feel shame at landing in hell, wanting to pretend their demon selves are somehow separate. But Alastor always knew what he was.
Taking one of the ribs, he holds it delicately between two claws and takes a nibble, smile brightening and a static hum of approval surrounding them.
“My, what a delicate flavour, quite exquisite, did you season these yourself?”
White hot pain flares as he’s dragged inwards, searing his chest in sickening angelic agony. It’s sheer will alone that keeps him from showing it visibly, determinedly keeping his posture straight, his ears in a neutral position, and his smile as nonchalant as possible.
He doesn’t fight back, merely grins right into that snarling face so close to his own.
“Why, I’m here to save your life.” Alastor’s words practically hum with dark amused laughter that undercuts his sentiments. “I’d be delighted to discuss it with your further. In private, if you would.”
He doesn’t fight back, merely grins right into that snarling face so close to his own.
“Why, I’m here to save your life.” Alastor’s words practically hum with dark amused laughter that undercuts his sentiments. “I’d be delighted to discuss it with your further. In private, if you would.”
"Such a charmer!" Rosie chuckled, effortlessly cracking a rib off of the spine for herself with her bare hands like it was a toothpick instead of solid bone. "It really doesn't need much to go the distance, just a little salt and pepper and some time to desiccate and it's a treat! You're always welcome to come by for lunch, Alastor, Cannibal Town welcomes everyone with our conspicuous consumption."
Saving his life? Why the fuck would Alastor give a shit about saving his life? This bastard threw down just as hard last time they fought, after all-- it was fucking clear their friendship had been shattered and turned into mutual murderous intent.
Wasn't it?
Alastor's internal radio equipment was likely buzzing from Vox's befuddled, hurt, and furious signals. He was never very good at being a closed book - everything out on display, after all.
With anger, Vox shoved Alastor back, retracting the cords into his body and reducing the electricity to an angry crackle. "You have five minutes."
Wasn't it?
Alastor's internal radio equipment was likely buzzing from Vox's befuddled, hurt, and furious signals. He was never very good at being a closed book - everything out on display, after all.
With anger, Vox shoved Alastor back, retracting the cords into his body and reducing the electricity to an angry crackle. "You have five minutes."
"I must say, this is quite the different reception than I am used to receiving."
A tiny recording of some of the screams from his last broadcast softly fill the air around them, only just loud enough to be audible, but enough to make a point as to what his usual reception ends with. Alastor's smile turns a little darker, a little more sadistically delighted, as if the echo of those screams he teased out on the radio were a delicious snack to accompany the ribs.
One eyebrow raises a fraction in silent question, asking her why she is being so welcoming, why isn't she concerned he might try and get a recording out of her next?
A tiny recording of some of the screams from his last broadcast softly fill the air around them, only just loud enough to be audible, but enough to make a point as to what his usual reception ends with. Alastor's smile turns a little darker, a little more sadistically delighted, as if the echo of those screams he teased out on the radio were a delicious snack to accompany the ribs.
One eyebrow raises a fraction in silent question, asking her why she is being so welcoming, why isn't she concerned he might try and get a recording out of her next?
He had asked for privacy, but he supposes now that the demon at the front desk has fled, this will do. Besides, he has a feeling Vox will hurry him into a side office somewhere when he takes in what Alastor really has to say.
Alastor had taken his time to come up with a strategy before he came here, a way that he thought he could still twist this so he came out of it relatively unscathed. If he simply waited at the hotel for others to make a move, it's possible that both his life and reputation would be at risk. While he is weakened this way, both from the wound on his chest and to his powers, it's likely another Overlord could overpower him in a straight fight, and he would rather not test that hypothesis.
So... it was time for the delicate dance of proving he was still a force to be reckoned with.
Showtime.
Alastor raised one hand in a half shrug, his voice remaining light and even as he continued, his expression that same unnerving smile as always. A smile, such a useful tool, he really hoped Charlie would take his advice about that someday.
"I am sure you know that Angel Dust has become quite the popular fellow at the hotel, almost the poster boy for redemption? I'm rather afraid it won't be long before our darling Charlie loses patience with the other claim on his soul, especially as I believe that their meeting did not end on a particularly harmonious note."
Was Vox even aware that Charlie had visited the porn studios and had an interaction with Valentino? It's irrelevant, if he didn't before, now he does. And even if he doesn't know the details, Vox knows Val and how badly a meeting like that was sure to go. Of course, Charlie would never dream of getting herself or her father involved in Angel's life without an invitation, Valentino is in no danger that Alastor actually knows about, but Vox doesn't need to know that.
"Now, I don't much care if three Vees become two, but such a move would destabilise Pentagram City at a time when it rather needs to be pulling together. And fortunately for you, that destabilisation would also work against my current interests. So here I am, to do you a favour and assist in saving your little cabal."
Alastor had taken his time to come up with a strategy before he came here, a way that he thought he could still twist this so he came out of it relatively unscathed. If he simply waited at the hotel for others to make a move, it's possible that both his life and reputation would be at risk. While he is weakened this way, both from the wound on his chest and to his powers, it's likely another Overlord could overpower him in a straight fight, and he would rather not test that hypothesis.
So... it was time for the delicate dance of proving he was still a force to be reckoned with.
Showtime.
Alastor raised one hand in a half shrug, his voice remaining light and even as he continued, his expression that same unnerving smile as always. A smile, such a useful tool, he really hoped Charlie would take his advice about that someday.
"I am sure you know that Angel Dust has become quite the popular fellow at the hotel, almost the poster boy for redemption? I'm rather afraid it won't be long before our darling Charlie loses patience with the other claim on his soul, especially as I believe that their meeting did not end on a particularly harmonious note."
Was Vox even aware that Charlie had visited the porn studios and had an interaction with Valentino? It's irrelevant, if he didn't before, now he does. And even if he doesn't know the details, Vox knows Val and how badly a meeting like that was sure to go. Of course, Charlie would never dream of getting herself or her father involved in Angel's life without an invitation, Valentino is in no danger that Alastor actually knows about, but Vox doesn't need to know that.
"Now, I don't much care if three Vees become two, but such a move would destabilise Pentagram City at a time when it rather needs to be pulling together. And fortunately for you, that destabilisation would also work against my current interests. So here I am, to do you a favour and assist in saving your little cabal."
Rosie raised an eyebrow in turn, peeling meat off of the bone and taking a bite, chewing with some amusement as she let the sounds and vague threat-laced question hang in the air.
"A lady has her ways, dear," Rosie eventually said coyly. "After all, you didn't think one bit about taking a bite of what I've offered - if I'd been worried, you'd be having a much harder time right now, darling." It's a bit less theatrical of a threat, but Rosie knows it's best to remind people that she is an Overlord, and she is dangerous.
"But you came in very polite and with your own flair, so I met your energy, sweetheart."
"A lady has her ways, dear," Rosie eventually said coyly. "After all, you didn't think one bit about taking a bite of what I've offered - if I'd been worried, you'd be having a much harder time right now, darling." It's a bit less theatrical of a threat, but Rosie knows it's best to remind people that she is an Overlord, and she is dangerous.
"But you came in very polite and with your own flair, so I met your energy, sweetheart."
God fucking damn it, VAL. Vox glowers, and there's a rare moment of silence - only insofar as he's scouring his connection to Valentino's studio to verify what Alastor's claiming. And-- god. Fucking. DAMN IT. VALENTINO.
If the princess wasn't such a fucking ditz then he'd suspect she set the studio on fire on purpose. But Lucifer... he's off his ass and will come to his daughter's aid, and if this came up...
God fucking DAMN IT, VALENTINO.
"And what exactly can you do about this? Just because you're working on the Princess' stupid little project doesn't translate to you having any sway over whether or not Lucifer decides to act on this."
If the princess wasn't such a fucking ditz then he'd suspect she set the studio on fire on purpose. But Lucifer... he's off his ass and will come to his daughter's aid, and if this came up...
God fucking DAMN IT, VALENTINO.
"And what exactly can you do about this? Just because you're working on the Princess' stupid little project doesn't translate to you having any sway over whether or not Lucifer decides to act on this."
Alastor felt a tiny internal flame of relief when Vox took the bait, though he was careful not to show it even by the smallest change in his smile. It was vital that he maintain rigid control if this were to play out the way he needed.
"Charlie listens to me, and our Royal Highness listens to his daughter."
That, at least, is true. Lucifer is pathetically wrapped around Charlie's little finger - if she said no killing, he wouldn't kill. It's probably the only reason Alastor himself is still alive, but Vox doesn't need to know that.
"Believe me, I am quite assured of my influence with our princess."
Alastor's voice crackles with static on the word influence, his smile glowing briefly green as his grin hitches manically. It's a clue, a tell, that what Vox had feared at the beginning had come to pass - a deal between the princess and this smiling freak.
"Charlie listens to me, and our Royal Highness listens to his daughter."
That, at least, is true. Lucifer is pathetically wrapped around Charlie's little finger - if she said no killing, he wouldn't kill. It's probably the only reason Alastor himself is still alive, but Vox doesn't need to know that.
"Believe me, I am quite assured of my influence with our princess."
Alastor's voice crackles with static on the word influence, his smile glowing briefly green as his grin hitches manically. It's a clue, a tell, that what Vox had feared at the beginning had come to pass - a deal between the princess and this smiling freak.
It's not his way of doing things, but it is something he can understand. She is being polite and respectful, and all he really needs from those around him who are at least somewhat equivalent in power to him... is respect. Besides which, he tends to be somewhat more tolerant of women.
For a long suspended moment he tilts his head and thinks, weighing things in his mind. It could tip either way, towards violence or not. In the end, it's the odd sense of-- relaxation-- he feels in sitting here with her, which tips the scales.
"Very gracious of you, allow me to assure you that I will do the same."
It's not a promise to never go for her, or even to be allied, but it is a tacit agreement that as long as she remains respectful and non-aggressive, so will he.
For a long suspended moment he tilts his head and thinks, weighing things in his mind. It could tip either way, towards violence or not. In the end, it's the odd sense of-- relaxation-- he feels in sitting here with her, which tips the scales.
"Very gracious of you, allow me to assure you that I will do the same."
It's not a promise to never go for her, or even to be allied, but it is a tacit agreement that as long as she remains respectful and non-aggressive, so will he.
Oh honey, allyship? We've hardly met! Rosie had continued eating and sipping at tea, nonplussed entirely over Alastor's rather direct intentions. Honestly, it was quite refreshing.
"Honestly, your shake-up is going to make the Overlord meetings a bit less of a headache. A lot of bloviating from a number of the faces you took out, you know? But we could always use a little more showmanship to bring some razzmatazz to the place."
"Honestly, your shake-up is going to make the Overlord meetings a bit less of a headache. A lot of bloviating from a number of the faces you took out, you know? But we could always use a little more showmanship to bring some razzmatazz to the place."
Oh, Vox wants to kill him so SO fucking bad. Wants to shock him dead, blow up that stupid radio staff, strangle him with cables, wants to claw open his guts and break all his bones.
Calm down. Fucking hell, calm the fuck down, go back to your happy place, that recording of Alastor getting fucked up by Adam and running away like a pussy.
Exhale.
"Why? No fucking WAY you give a shit about destabilizing Pentagram City, not after your own fucking debut here, people STILL don't shut up about how much you changed the place," he growled - fuck, just a bit more effort and they'd be saying that about the Vees, too... but not if one of them was snuffed out by Lucifer. Their reputation would be trashed. "Why the fuck are you even here in the first place?"
Calm down. Fucking hell, calm the fuck down, go back to your happy place, that recording of Alastor getting fucked up by Adam and running away like a pussy.
Exhale.
"Why? No fucking WAY you give a shit about destabilizing Pentagram City, not after your own fucking debut here, people STILL don't shut up about how much you changed the place," he growled - fuck, just a bit more effort and they'd be saying that about the Vees, too... but not if one of them was snuffed out by Lucifer. Their reputation would be trashed. "Why the fuck are you even here in the first place?"
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