[ The huff of a laugh leaves Alastor as he sees Lucifer collapse to the ground in a little heap. Even more so when that angry glare met him once the demon looked up, though it was quickly accompanied by a roll of luminous, crimson eyes. ]
Oh, please. Nothing of yours has been stolen If you cannot look past your own pride, it is no wonder you took so long to aid Charlie in her dream.
[ One last sting. A jibe on his way from the room and away from the little devil king. His shadow had gotten what it needed from the storage rooms. Recordings from his shows dating back to the start of the original iteration of the hotel. Proof that Alastor had never had the intention of following the path of redemption that he'd promised to Lucifer's daughter.
With them safe and sound in the newly built tower where they could be guarded, he turned to leave, not noticing the curse befalling him as he left Lucifer to simmer in his work. He still didn't notice it for quite a few hours after the encounter when he used a tentacle made of darkness and shadow to push one of Husk's wings out of his way only to feel something touch his back. He jumped, barely holding back the squeak in his throat that threatened to escape and whipped his head around to see who dared touch him. But... nothing was there.
Then it happened again when his shadow gave Husk a pat on the head, earning it a smack to the hand from the demon which Alastor felt in his own hand. Again, he stiffened, looking around then back to his hand to flex his claws. There was only one thing that made the sensations between himself and his shadow one to one... but he was still far off from that. He had to be.
The final straw came when he threw his arm around Charlie's shoulders while walking with her and discussing the hotel's upcoming banquet. The fawn-like squeak escaped as he jumped back and gave himself a full body shake as the sensation of an arm around his own shoulders made goosebumps flare along his body. Eyes narrowing, he reached out his senses through the shadows and, ignoring Charlies concern, teleported himself right to the little king. ]
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Oh, please. Nothing of yours has been stolen If you cannot look past your own pride, it is no wonder you took so long to aid Charlie in her dream.
[ One last sting. A jibe on his way from the room and away from the little devil king. His shadow had gotten what it needed from the storage rooms. Recordings from his shows dating back to the start of the original iteration of the hotel. Proof that Alastor had never had the intention of following the path of redemption that he'd promised to Lucifer's daughter.
With them safe and sound in the newly built tower where they could be guarded, he turned to leave, not noticing the curse befalling him as he left Lucifer to simmer in his work. He still didn't notice it for quite a few hours after the encounter when he used a tentacle made of darkness and shadow to push one of Husk's wings out of his way only to feel something touch his back. He jumped, barely holding back the squeak in his throat that threatened to escape and whipped his head around to see who dared touch him. But... nothing was there.
Then it happened again when his shadow gave Husk a pat on the head, earning it a smack to the hand from the demon which Alastor felt in his own hand. Again, he stiffened, looking around then back to his hand to flex his claws. There was only one thing that made the sensations between himself and his shadow one to one... but he was still far off from that. He had to be.
The final straw came when he threw his arm around Charlie's shoulders while walking with her and discussing the hotel's upcoming banquet. The fawn-like squeak escaped as he jumped back and gave himself a full body shake as the sensation of an arm around his own shoulders made goosebumps flare along his body. Eyes narrowing, he reached out his senses through the shadows and, ignoring Charlies concern, teleported himself right to the little king. ]
What the fuck did you do to me?