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I said that I would make this much cleaner and neater and now here we are.

Let me say thank you for stopping by and giving this journal a look over. This is a space to unwind and have a little bit of fun. If you want to thread something out, well then let's do just that. You can throw something my way and I'll just roll with what you give me. Or you can drop me a message if you want to plot something out.

Let's RP!

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[ Excuse you, Vox. He had been WATCHING that. Alastor does so love to enjoy watching people suffer and struggle. Charlie had been doing that live and uncensored. In fact, once the crowd had started to disperse, Alastor had meant to do the same.

Only to hear that voice. His ear twitches and his grin grows tight as he, instead, looks at the television. Of course all of this has taken a turn for the worse because of the one demon in front of him. ]

Now there is a face I can't say I entirely recognize! Did you lose your old head? I can never keep up with you kids and your fads.

[ alastor can watch lucifer's daughter charcoal or whatever embarrass herself later. this is important, and that's why he zaps himself onto the street beside alastor, leaving the tvs to default to static. vox reveals in the comforting sound of the white noise for as long as alastor keeps his mouth shut, which... isn't long. he scowls at his comment, but forces himself to laugh it off. ]

Ha ha ha h̷̲̎a̷̫̚ ̶͖͌h̵̎ͅa̶̟͝ ̴̫̅h̶͉͂a̷̙͝ȧ̵̩a̶̦̚å̵̖. I got an upgrade! as has everything in Pentagram City. Your welcome. Look around, Alastor, the times have changed, but... you... [ he tsks, scrutinizing him as he circles him. ] you haven't changed a bit. [ if it sounds like an insult, then that's because it's meant to be one. ]

It's no fad. It's the future! [ vox makes a motion at the tvs and as static jumps from his fingertips their screens all change to various stations being broadcast in hell. from news to cooking to conspiracies. ]

[ Oh goodness no, he won't be keeping his mouth shut for long at all. Shocking that Vox would manifest on the sidewalk just right there. Immediately puts Alastor on alert. Eyes narrow and he holds his cane a little tighter. ]

Well, it is no fault of mine that these fresher Sinners have no taste. Ah, such a sad thing to see, the slow decline finally reach even Hell.

[ Fighting the urge to turn with Vox, Alastor hums at this "future" nonsense. He allows for the stations to play their silly pictures before he gives a snap. Oh these smart televisions - their frequencies can be scrambled as easily as ever. So all of those shows begin to glitch out. ]

The future still seems to responds to the past in the same fashion. Not very reliable if you ask me.

[ Is this a trick? Some kind of trap? Alastor's actually setting the delicious (if tainted) soup down in front of him again. Well, whatever. Lucifer lets go of Alastor's wrist in favor of snatching the spoon out of the air. No way he's gonna risk even a chance of Alastor trying to feed him again. ]

Eh. [ He scoops up some soup. ] I've met guys with the prettiest manners you'd ever see and they were nastier than Adam's mouth on a weeknight out.

[ Yum, soup. ]

[ Alastor very much isn't eating anything. Very rarely does he do so in the presence of others. Besides, he's had his cooking for ages. At least for now, he's content to leave Lucifer be, humming. ]

That's why they are so important! What better way to hide one's true nature? It certainly works towards keeping people guessing.

[ He should know. Alastor managed to ensnare his victims this way. A gentleman like a spider attracting a fly into the trap. ]

[ It's a little impressive, Lucifer will give that. Alastor makes a fine, snarling figure of inexplicable rage. Most other demons in Hell would be quaking in their boots to have something like this creature looming over them — and for a moment, Alastor very much is a creature, unthinking fury and a hunger for brutal violence. And then, the next moment, he's not.

He's not, because of the viscous drip of liquid that falls onto Lucifer's cheek. Before he even touches it, Lucifer knows what it is, warm and iron-tinged. Lucifer catches his hat before it can drift more than a couple inches from his head and resettles it. Then he wipes the liquid away, glances at the red on his hand for only a moment. Only a formality with the scent of Alastor's blood and the damp-earth smell of Alastor's power heavy around him.

And the way Alastor reacts to that drip of blood. Well. Things aren't fine. They're much less fine than Alastor would have him believe, if this much posturing is enough to have him bleeding all over his would-be-prey. Showing weakness.

It's fascinating, the way Alastor retreats back into this facade of propriety. As though he isn't the more ravenous of the beasts between the two of them. As though they both don't know.

Lucifer's lips curl up at the corners. He takes longer than he needs to as he licks the smear of Alastor's blood from his fingers.

And then he turns on his heel, presenting Alastor with his back. Offers a cheery little wave over his shoulder. ]

Well, I wouldn't want to embarrass you any more! Enjoy the rest of your meal.

[ Alastor isn't stupid. He is aware that Lucifer now has more information that anyone else ~~save for probably Husk~~ has. Some true insight towards Alastor's recent behaviors. No. Things are not all right. They are very much not all right.

But the thing is? Alastor doesn't have to acknowledge it. Shockingly, Lucifer doesn't rub it in his face. Not too much anyway. Less than the Radio Demon had anticipated.

And what... What is that Alastor had caught from the corner of his eye? Had he just... Really? Really?

For a moment, before he recedes into the shadows, Alastor doesn't know what to think or feel about that. Only that, well. There's certainly something. ]

[ Something that he chooses to ignore after returning to the hotel - after properly feeding himself. This time he might actually bring a few treats back for his own personal use.

It at least staves off the hunger for a time. After all, there is a hunt - for Alastor at least - underway. His focus certainly seems to be the new Sinner that had arrived; the very one that had caught his eye. They clearly had been newly dead given how they behaved and how little they knew about how all of this works.

Which means that this individual thinks that they can approach Alastor without any sort of reservation. The odd part of it is that Alastor humors them. Husk rolls his eyes at the antics that are carried out over the next two weeks. He's aware of what is happening here, but his lips are rather sealed. By all appearances, it would seem that this Sinner is drawing Alastor in. The Radio Demon entertains conversations - civil ones at that. Even touching - at least on an arm or shoulder - without consequence.

It's taking attention away from his usual verbal spars with Lucifer, that's for certain. If anything, Alastor doesn't seem... As into it as he had been. Rather, he isn't putting the same amount of energy that he usually does into it.

And then one evening, he says that he is going out for the night. He already has made dinner for everyone and no one needs to wait up for him. When asked where he is going, Alastor just replies that he is visiting Mimzy to see her new routine. That same Sinner expresses interest and Alastor permits their company.

Too bad it's not Alastor that has fallen to someone's ploy but very much the other way around. This one, however, he won't be sharing with Mimzy either.

This kill is his. But first? Enjoyment. Playing with one's food. ]

[ his smile tightens at the snub on television, because that’s a low FUCKEN blow. ] Radio’s dead, Alastor. [ he can be a sanctimonious prick too, see! ] Television gets the job done better, and just because you don’t, can’t, and won’t understand it doesn’t mean it’s n̷o̷t̵ ̸g̸o̵o̶d̵ ̴e̵n̷o̶u̷g̴h̶.̴. [ if it sounds like he’s losing his cool it’s because he is, since a crack at tv is a crack at him. ]

Knock that off, Alastor. [ he sends an intense spark of electricity into the group of tvs, their screens pixelating and staggering with all sorts of snippets of the channels they’d displayed beforehand before eventually righting themselves. ]

Why don’t you come inside. We can continue this conversation there.

[ That just. Makes. A smile form. ]

Old friend, if radio is dead then how can these silly screens operate at all? Why, we still use radio every single day!

[ Honestly, it is less about technology itself - because Alastor has kept up on it all and seems to be able to use it fine if needed - and more about it being sloppy. Everything is so cheap and tacky. Trends come and go so fast that effort is no longer being applied to quality content. It's all about that immediate gratification and rush that comes from chasing RATINGS. ]

It seems like you are the one that doesn't understand how your own choice of medium operates or the innerworkings of it. [ Could he overpower Vox again? Sure. But this time? There's a snap and a sickly green static that just flat out fries all of those screens ] As for following you, what do you take me for? Do you think I am about to waltz into your tower where your little mediocre friends lie in wait?

[ Pretty sure you're the one that wants him dead, Vox old pal. ]

[ vox listens, but once alastor finishes he can’t help but to laugh. ] …you really don’t understand. [ a tsk follows as he shoots a quick bolt of electricity at each of the televisions, their displays swapping channels rapidly and revealing that there is literally something for everybody! ] People want to be stimulated, Alastor, and your radio show can only do so much. [ it relies on them too much, and we all know hell’s population is full of fucken idiots. they need to be spoonfed, and that’s exactly what vox can do. ] Not to mention it’s boring. Television can do everything radio can and more!

[ as he makes a mess of his display Vox scowls, having to hastily contact somebody to swap them out, NOW. ] Funny… [ except not. ]

If you think the other Vees give a shit about you, you’re wrong. Both of them have better things to do than lie in wait for you to come inside. But you and me… I want to talk deals.

I may not appreciate radio like you do, but you don’t appreciate television like I do. In either case there are still folks that just prefer one to the other. If we… worked together, then we’d have the entire market eating out of the palms of our hands.

By "stimulated" you mean enjoying cheap thrills and mind-numbing entertainment, yes yes.

[ They could go on for hours about this. It's something that they most certainly have done. Many times. Though right now Alastor doesn't really have any desire to draw this out.

Instead his grin turns sharper. It really is only Vox that is obsessed and he's aware. But the other two Vees would come to his assistance if needed. Val, in particular, can be unpredictable. Alastor doesn't fancy putting himself into those scenarios.

Yet there is mention of a deal. Alastor is interested, for all of two seconds. ]

Didn't I already reject this deal before? What could possibly change my mind?

[ …yes, actually! alongside making stupid amounts of money. ]

[ this was definitely a road they had traveled time and time again and, deep down, they both knew they’d never quite see eye to eye when it came to media; however, for personal reasons vox was ready and willing to set that aside, so he could extend the proverbial olive branch. he had tried in the past, sure, but this time was going to be different… he just knew it. ]

You reject ‘a’ deal. Not ‘this’ one. I think you’ll be very interested in it, Alastor, but we really should go somewhere else. If you won’t come into the tower, then… [ he makes a motion to all around them. ] you pick a place.

[ Now hold on there. Alastor had been preparing to meld into the shadows. To just leave Vox high and dry like usual.

But most unusual indeed. He is telling Alastor to pick the place? That isn't like the man at all to lose the advantage of familiar territory. The language is also not quite right. ]

You've developed different terms.

[ Vox has always been persistent but also uncompromising when it comes to the conflict between them. Alastor doesn't like this already. Doesn't like the fact that someone is acting in a manner that he is unaccustomed to. ]

[ he had suggested the tower for two reasons. one being it’s his home turf, and he certainly does have an advantage in it, but two being the nature of deal and its terms. inside v tower he can ensure nobody else hears, but anywhere else… there are eyes and ears all over, and while most of them belong to Vox, himself, there are others lurking in the shadow. ]

I did. [ he flashes him a razor sharp grin. ] As you said, you’d rejected the last deal, so I figured i could try to sweeten it by laying all of my cards on the table. [ alastor’s too. ] So, Alastor, …where to?

[ There's a static-laced popping sound as Alastor hums, considering. Trying to put this all together so that he can come out on top from all of this. Vox had come IN PERSON. That is unique within itself. Now the desire for a deal isn't anything new, but the approach? Much different.

Something has changed and he doesn't know what. Seems to be checking some of that ego as well. Some, not completely. ]

Very well. [ Wiggling his fingers in Vox's direction. ] Have it your way. Just know that if you try anything, I'll bring that building down.

[ He supposes it won't HURT to at least hear Vox out to try to sort all of this nonsense out. Then he can reject him! ]

[ Lucifer doesn't exactly notice the new Sinner and his attempts to win Alastor over. What he notices is that there's less Alastor around in general. He can have a conversation with Charlie without the demon popping up to shove how vital and necessary to Charlie he is into Lucifer's face. He can get breakfast and not hear a snide comment about some perfectly normal thing he's doing, like eating scrambled eggs. He doesn't find himself snarling up at someone five times a day. And that is downright weird.

Eventually, he notices the reason why. And it's annoying, okay? Sure, Alastor's obnoxious, but this whole half-hearted arguing thing? Not worth the time of day. Lucifer'd rather the demon just skip them entirely instead of give a lackluster performance. So yeah, he's ticked off. Especially when it's obvious Alastor's playing... some kind of game with the new sinner. There's no way Lucifer actually believes Alastor's got the wool pulled over his eyes the way it seems.

Right?

Right, no way. So Lucifer should just ignore the whole thing. Put an end to the half-assed sniping and move on. Alastor obviously has; honestly, Lucifer doesn't know why he's still keeping up the pretense when he's found something more interesting.

More interesting. Ha! More interesting than the king of Hell. Whatever, Lucifer said from the start he had bad taste.

So Alastor's going out to see Mimzy. Lucifer's going out, too — heading in the opposite direction of the dive where Mimzy performs. No need for him to see whatever mess Alastor's planning. Alastor's not the only one allowed to go for a stroll around Hell, and Lucifer is damn well going to enjoy his night free of the demon.

Which is why it's genuine surprise on Lucifer's face when he steps through a door and sees— of course. Of course it's Alastor. Why wouldn't it be? ]

You have got to be kidding me.

[ Lucifer does pause before taking another sip of soup. Sometimes, the worst person you know makes a valid point. ]

Okay, I'll give you that one. [ He can't expound upon how Alastor's clearly using his so-called manners as camoflage for how the whole bodyguard shtick is clearly only cover for annoying the ever-living crap out of Lucifer with Charlie right there listening, but they both know it's the case. ] You could try being a little more straightforward sometimes, though. It does wonders.

[ Ha, as if he thinks there's a chance of that ever happening. Alastor's twisty little mind probably doesn't know how to do straightforward. ]

[ That's very true. He is using his manners as a sort of mask, but he does actually value them. Being boorish and a brute is just so boring. Underwhelming.

Alastor then raises a brow. Lucifer conceding that point? Will wonders never cease! Though the comment about being straightforward has him humming and looking away, thoughtful. ]

If you would think to ask something with sincerity, perhaps I might answer in kind.

[ How quaint! Did someone get turned around?

Of course the place is to Alastor's liking. Not just his either, given that there is quite a crowd. No one can say that Alastor doesn't enjoy the party scene - it's just that his version is entirely different than the rest of the hotel. It's quite lively inside this building, jazz and swing playing. People dancing; it's not that deplorable bump and grind but true dancing. Graceful movements across the dance floor and both partners needing to keep time with one another.

Mimzy singing so it isn't like Alastor had been lying. He is currently sitting next to his evening companion, drink in hand. Chattering away. He is fully within his element here. Naturally that's why he's chosen this location.

It's not Alastor that notices Lucifer, but rather his shadow. Next to Lucifer, the thing shakes in laughter. Looking like a gremlin up to no good. Really, it reflects Alastor's mood better than Alastor himself does. So chances are that is how Alastor will know that the King of Hell is there.

Well. No sense in waiting the entire night. Alastor sets his drink down and stands. He walks towards the dance floor before turning on a heel. His hand goes out to the Sinner in the universal gesture for "may I have this dance." Complete with bow and everything. That shadow's grin only grows larger, showing many sharp teeth as the two take to the dance floor. ]

[ That declaration gets the most dubious look yet, and that's saying something considering the level of suspicion that's been flying around the breakfast table this morning. It can't really be that easy, right? That's just bait, something to give Lucifer hope that— well, he's not exactly sure what he's hoping for here beyond having one conversation with Alastor that doesn't twist into circles and end up with him feeling like he's fallen flat on his face. But that. Definitely a trap to lull Lucifer into lowering his guard.

Which is why he sets the spoon down, finally turns in his chair to face Alastor, and tilts his head back to look him in the eye. Ugh, maybe he should ask Alastor to stop being so tall. ]

I take it asking you to find something better to do than follow me around as unnecessary protection doesn't count as sincere?

[ He has zero expectations from this request. It's not a sincere one, anyway, but he knows better than to think Alastor would listen to anything he wants.

Right? ]

Considering that request didn't originate from you, sire, it does not.

[ What a silly thing to throw out there. Alastor looks at the short king, entirely unamused. Well his smile is thin lipped. He has plenty of other things that he could be doing instead of this. However - ]

If it is something that Charlie asks of me, I actually do try to accommodate.

[ Which no one can say that Alastor doesn't do at least that. Ironic that he has found some enjoyment at this hotel outside of what he had been seeking. Oh he supposes that these little lives have found some semblance of fondness in his dead heart. Something like it, anyway. ]

Not that, again, you're being genuine in this moment either.

[ Lucifer's first instinct is to turn on his heel and walk right back out the door. It'd save him a lot of trouble. One less argument with Alastor, probably. Not like their tiffs are on the enjoyable end of the spectrum anymore, he could do without. But he'd turned into this particular doorway because he'd heard the music drifting out. Something older but lively that he rarely hears anymore.

So what if this is Alastor's chosen haunt? So what if this is where he's taking his... whatever that particular sinner is to him. Lucifer doesn't know and doesn't care, and he's not going to be put off an evening of good music just because some upsstart little demon is also in attendance. Alastor's noticed him, hard not to with the shadow grinning at Lucifer and all but daring him to stick his nose in.

Ugh, no thank you. If Alastor has a problem he can come tell Lucifer himself.

(Maybe that'd be something he actually cares enough to put some feeling into.)

So fine, Lucifer does the polite thing and removes his hat — leaving him with just the sinuous curl of his crown as he waves the hat into thin air and out of the way. A little pop of air and he's down on all fours, padding through the crowd until he gets to an empty table. Back to his more usual shape and he makes himself comfortable.

As comfortable as he can be, at least, when everyone's noticed the king of Hell is out and about and wants some face time while he's in their midst. Maybe he should've stuck to the cat form and found a place to perch on the rafters. The constant onslaught of flirty smiles and winks and offers — ugh, some of these demons could use a visit to one of Charlie's self-esteem group sessions — keeps his attention away from whatever Alastor's up to, at least. Even if he's already feeling the headache creeping up on him. ]

[ That shadow oddly doesn't leave Lucifer. It seems rather content to follow the King of Hell around. Alastor and this little Sinner that he's brought with him seem to be enjoying themselves, but not Lucifer, hmm? All those stares and faces. That need to try to obtain something that is well and out of their reach. It doesn't take too awful long for them to stop altogether. A glance to the wall will show that shadow in it's full glory - monstrous and grotesque. Contorted and warding off anyone that would think to draw near.

And if a few rub at their necks well. There might be some reason for that.

At some point Alastor and his company disappear - likely to some back room. Oh one would be aware of such implications, though that is all that they would be. The air in the building does turn tense. It's as though despite the jovial atmosphere, there's a tension brewing - as though something is about to snap. And oh snap it does as a blood curdling scream sounds from somewhere close by. And there comes that same Sinner, pushing their way through. The music stops and everyone turns their attention onto the Sinner, who is holding their side. A side that has a considerable chunk ripped out of it and bleeding.

It leaves a pretty trail, the Sinner stumbling to their feet. Trying to make their way to the door that is suddenly blocked by patrons of this establishment. In fact, all exits now have bodies acting as a barricade as the lights flicker and spark sickly green. It grows darker and darker as Alastor strides into the room, eyes black and red and a brilliant smile on his face. Calm and in control despite the ravenous hunger he now feels.

The Sinner is on their backside. Trying to scoot further and further away from Alastor who doesn't pause in his stride.

"H-how! How did you -" ]

Do you honestly believe that you could pull the wool over my eyes? Convinced were you that you had managed to swindle me? Oh my dear old pal is not so clever as to try something new and different. I knew what you were the moment that you entered the hotel.

[ Now the shadow is giggling again. Enjoying the show from where it still lingers next to Lucifer. No, Alastor hasn't forgotten the man is in attendance but. Well. It doesn't really matter now does it? Alastor really had meant to handle this little matter with no others involved but if it can't be helped...

The Sinner tries to pull themselves up. To yell at everyone to get out of the way. It only makes Alastor cackle, high pitched and without his filter. ]

You seem to misunderstand the situation here! No one here is likely to assist you, little spy.

[ Alastor holds out his hand. A chain manifests itself within. It doesn't link to one individual but nearly everyone in the room. ]

No one here is on your side!

[ It paints the ever darkening room in a different shade of green. Of course not everyone is like Husk. Not everyone is like Niffty. There are those that are ambivalent to the deals that they have made with Alastor but he's not above using his little pawns when it is convenience.

This is a hunt, but it is also something of a show. A show that Vox and the rest of the Vees will see. Alastor exerting his power and control. Crushing anything and anyone who gets in the way of his goals.

He bends down towards the Sinner, grin wide. ]

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