( He can't help but roll his eyes. For all of Lucifer's bravado, his obvious insecurity is almost laughable. The sin of ℙℝ𝕀𝔻𝔼, and 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is what it looks like. If Alastor were someone else, he might find it endearing. But as it stands, he's in 𝙣𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 to indulge the King's frailties. +

I— Huh? What? ( Was that a compliment? It sounded backhanded… but he didn’t exactly sense any mockery. ) … You really think they are beautiful? Truly?

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Alastor hums in mild amusement. He's well aware of this little demon's role in Vox's defeat, but one can never be too careless. "Are you not his employee?" His voice is light and airy in a way that makes him sound welcoming. However, his gaze betrays no warmth.

"Do you plan to go alone?" Short and simple. "Because if you are, that might be your worst idea yet."

...You have the power and creativity to manifest the most beautiful works of art mankind will ever know in the blink of an eye. Why pretend to be normal now?

That sounded painful.

Oh. Oh that’s— … *FUCK, he’s good.* That’s… impressive… good job!

It fucking sucks, he says… I’d like to see HIM try then! Pompous fucker!

I like to experiment every now and then.

THAT’S NOT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.

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"Spare me the words of comfort, my dear. I've no need for it." Alastor waves a dismissive hand at that. Since Pentious didn't seem to harbor any hostility behind those words, he kept his own tone even. +

「 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐀-𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐀-𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆! 」 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 ʀᴜʙʙɪꜱʜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙔𝙊𝙐, 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑳𝑬 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝔽𝕆ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌! ↓ ♡ + ⟳ ↓ #HazbinHotelRP

"Mad scientist, bitch! Hahaha!" - Baxter ( ♡ + ↻ )

Oh? Now, who is this tiny newbody? Alastor has seen him around during the battle against Vox, but he never got to formally meet him. "Mm, yes. Every victory...—" and every mistake, "shines best when you stand out from the crowd."

[ 4:40 am... replies to long threads tomorrow afternoon for me, hopefully. :) thank you for your patience! Have a lovely day, everyone. ♡

"Roses are red. Violets are red. Sugar is red. Everything is red. Because we are in hell."

"Ah, oops. Don't mind me, dear. My threats do not apply to you." Well. At least not now.

"Consider it a warning."

lu short for lutang

Oh. I'm shaking in my boots.

( the radio demon does not and will never, ever need a mobile phone. )

I cannot. I do not know how.

Charlie. Throw this blasted pixel brick back to the pits of hell where it belongs. I think it's broken.

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"If your talk doesn't go south, I think you'll find that you and Miss Carmine share quite a few things in common." He utters thoughtfully, eyes staring into the king's with an unreadable glint. In an unusually polite tone, Alastor proceeds to ask: "Care to humor me for my next question?"

Oh. What does the angel have to be nervous for? That uniform... and that symbol. Is he really not the new head of Heaven's army? He could easily smite Alastor if he really wanted to. How amusing. +

A toast to another year.

[ happiest new year!

[ long threads tomorrow! thank you for your patience, and have a lovely new year celebration in advance i know i haven't been a part of this verse for very long, but i've had a blast writing with everyone who's been kind enough to give my radio gremlin a chance. :) you are all a joy to write with.

"Care is a strong word. When dear Charlie finds you dead over something as trivial as paperwork, I'll be able to move on with the rest of my day, blameless and with a clean conscience." Not like that actually matters to him. "How do you plan to go about it?"

"Clearly." He utters dryly. "Might as well consider it a welfare check, your highness."

... Well, that's boring. He expected anything but a normal response. He lightly shrugs after a beat of silence. "Mm. Choices."

"Are there rules barring you from fixing your stature, too?"

"...So if you will it, so it shall be?"

Night dreams of day. Light dreams of darkness. But the ignorant sun... Will chase away the darkness and burn the shadows, eventually burning itself.

"I'd watch my back if I were you."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Aw. Well, it's not like he's not any less bullyable normal.

< - - - feeling an overwhelming urge to drop kick it.

No demon working for the hotel could ever be unfamiliar with the sight of those portals. Ever since the recent battle, those little ripples in space and time had become far more frequent in appearance. Their princess, so quick to forgive and forget. +

"There is a secret, I shall take to my grave." - Pendleton, 1888, London ( ♡ + ↻ )