[ At first Alastor told himself it was just that power alone that had its claws sunk deep into him and kept pulling him back to the angel. Then he told himself it was because of Adam's status in Heaven and the potential use that could have for him.
None of that was true, though. Because every time they wound themselves down and found themselves simply relaxing together in that little apartment of Alastor's, he didn't move to another room and seek out space. Didn't kick the man out of his bed so that he could mentally come to terms with having yet again given into those baser instincts he'd been cursed with in Hell.
Instead he'd allowed Adam to move closer. Pulled the man in himself on more than one occasion. He'd even allowed Adam to touch him freely unless they were having one of their kinkier sessions where every wrong move meant a new, mind blowing form of punishment from Alastor and his shadow.
Then the truest of horrors dawned on him as he stood on his roof, staff in hand and ready to put up the front that he was defending the hotel when in reality he was simply playing a part and assuring that none of the others did any real harm to Adam in the battle. Then the angel had dove for him and sliced his staff in two, he realized it and froze so like the deer he was in a headlight: his blackened little heart had restarted for this man. ]
I tried to! I even had my minions attempt to signal you, but you continued to slaughter them before they could get the message across.
[ And then... fuck he can still hear the snap of his staff. Feel the bite of Adam's axe across his chest and taste his own blood on his tongue.
When Adam finally says it, says the words Alastor has denied he wanted to hear, his ears flick atop his head and heat wells up behind his eyes. He wants to pull away like he always did when someone confessed to him like this. Tried to get feelings involved in their little agreement causing him to lose interest completely and push them away.
This time, however, he finds himself leaning in and resting his face into the crook of the former angel's neck. Could he feel that the smile on Alastor's face was barely holding on by a thread? ]
We are both idiotic, I am afraid. Because I love you, too.
i'm so sorry it's been taking me so long to answer these tags ; n ;
[To think after being alive this long, he could be caught between a rock and a hard place in regards to his feelings. He never expected to feel so heavily again. Not after his two prior marriages. Adam had purposely only desired to keep things physical, and it worked! It fucking worked like a damn charm!
Until Alastor!
He's not sure when it happened, when this had begun to stir within him. Or that he would be forced to come to terms with it, be forced to fight the one he didn't want to fight against. He never wanted to hurt the deer sinner or his shadow.
It was absolutely unfair.
But, that was before, before he was shifted into what he was now. A sinner like the rest. It sucks, but...he had Alastor still, right? Despite everything? But he's not even sure the other sinner can forgive him, if the shadow would even do so. And it fucking sucks. Being in close proximity and not able to touch like he desired. Even right now, he wants to tug the other sinner into his arms and hold on tight, breathe in the scent he's come to know that was Alastor, and wrap these black wings around them.
He can't make a remark on the minions the sinner had apparently sent out. He tries to think back to that morning--had he been signaled?? He truly can't remember. Just that he had been fighting, and trying his best to not hurt Alastor during their battle. At least, despite it all, Alastor was alive.
The former angel's brows furrow, taking in the way the deer sinner's ears flick. And finally, finally, the warmth of his lover is against him, and Adam immediately reaches to grab and hold Alastor, wings circling around them. He truly tries to not tremble at hearing the confession in return, but it's futile. It warms him in a way he hasn't experienced in a very long time. He's heard those words before, plenty of times, but past lovers and prior relationships never made him feel like this. What makes Alastor different is beyond Adam, and he doesn't question it, because to have them both feel the same thing, it's truly everything he's wanted to have.
Reaching his hands around Alastor's waist, he digs his nails into the deer, burying his face as well.]
I love you. I love you.
[The words are chanted in a whisper, to be sure Alastor never forgets.]
Hmm only a tiny bit. And only because I am utterly unsurprised by this fact. If he weren't so hot headed and self centered, he could almost be likable.
[ It wasn't even because of Val's profession or how he treated other demons that centered around Alastor's dislike for him and everything to do with the fact that he'd been touching what was his. Every time he smelled that tacky perfume on Vox, it made Alastor want to give in to the baser instinct to rub himself against the other to replace that scent with his own. ]
I am a DEMON that has domain over RADIO. For being such a high ranking member of Hell, you would think that you would be able to understand some of the nuances of your subjects.
I would very much rather not become like the modern day radio host sitting about a table with mildly attractive women and yes men spewing my toxic nonsense opinions into a cheap microphone, thank you.
Wow, I love how you derived all of that from a simple suggestion. Couldn't imagine anyone wanting to work WITH you enough to make any of that happen, so clearly that was a fun bit of mediocrity you created.
But getting a chance for 'my subjects' to hear tunes from the past decades instead of the modern, hosted by someone with class and style and knowledge of the music? Eh, guess you're right. Must be imagining things myself!
[ ooc//ok thinking more maybe the target is the descendant of someone alastor tried to kill but managed to get away from him so he wants to wipe out the rest of their bloodline ]
I had little doubt that you could after your little clown friend talked you up to me for three hours straight when I mentioned to him that I was looking for someone to be sent on the express way to Hell. The person is a voodoo user and comes from a very long line of powerful practitioners. The angelic weapons ensure 1: they are killed and stay that way in spite of any spells they may have cast upon themselves and 2: that you are able to counteract any magic they may cast at you.
Try not to be so offended, my boy. I simply enjoy being on the thorough side.
Simply put? Everything! I am not a heathen like yourself, but I neglected to factor just how hungry I would get after cleaning the entirety of my radio tower and the ham was right there.
Do not pretend as if you are just as, if not even more, narcissistic. I have witnessed the amount of posters featuring yourself in spite of the fact that your name is only on a director's credit on your little picture shows.
Ahhhh, but how you continue to demonstrate your lack of knowledge in anything. It is not wonder Vox keeps you around when you are so empty headed and easy to manipulate to his liking.
I never said it was the goodness of my heart that brings me back to Vox's side. It is my own selfishness and desire to possess the man that was once mine and will always be mine.
I do wonder, Valentino: how many times has he moaned my name while laying with you?
[ Alastor may have been absent, but that didn't make Vox any less his. ]
Ahhh, but that will be entirely up to your strength of will to not allow the others to know... coupled with my own desire to see you squirm in your seat across from me. How long do you think you will be able to hold out, my love? Those meetings do tend to drag out when Carmilla begins droning on.
Are you doubting my ability to keep a straight face sitting across from you and being pushed to the edge of one orgasm after another and not allowed to come?
I can handle more than you think, Alastor. Especially when it comes from you... even if Carmilla could literally be the definition of Hell's torture.
[Angel's in the midst of typing back when he is once again startled by Alastor materializing out of fucking nowhere, dropping the phone in surprise and flinching. He points a finger at the grinning Overlord]
I'm gettin' yah a bell! Fuck- [He laughs though, clearly not all that bothered. Eventually he'll stop being surprised by it.]
Watchin' huh? Finally figured out what does it for yah?
So they continue their activities even here in Hell? Well... I suppose that makes sense. I do hope I have not eaten any of them.
[ Unless Angel wishes him to. ]
Thank you, but no thank you, my dear. I have managed just fine without familial connections thusfar. But... in a way, I do hope so. Much like when she passed... I can only hope she is happy wherever she is.
[ does being called a parasite piss him the fuck off? of course it does. does valentino break something in a brief fit of rage? of course he does. does he convey any of this in his response? well, no. he's better than that - and also, vox probably told him to fucking behave or something. who knows. ]
what, you mean like you and the devil's little princess?
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If that is what you believe to be horse urine, I am quite curious as to what you would think of pure moonshine.
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@firstmanbabe
[ At first Alastor told himself it was just that power alone that had its claws sunk deep into him and kept pulling him back to the angel. Then he told himself it was because of Adam's status in Heaven and the potential use that could have for him.
None of that was true, though. Because every time they wound themselves down and found themselves simply relaxing together in that little apartment of Alastor's, he didn't move to another room and seek out space. Didn't kick the man out of his bed so that he could mentally come to terms with having yet again given into those baser instincts he'd been cursed with in Hell.
Instead he'd allowed Adam to move closer. Pulled the man in himself on more than one occasion. He'd even allowed Adam to touch him freely unless they were having one of their kinkier sessions where every wrong move meant a new, mind blowing form of punishment from Alastor and his shadow.
Then the truest of horrors dawned on him as he stood on his roof, staff in hand and ready to put up the front that he was defending the hotel when in reality he was simply playing a part and assuring that none of the others did any real harm to Adam in the battle. Then the angel had dove for him and sliced his staff in two, he realized it and froze so like the deer he was in a headlight: his blackened little heart had restarted for this man. ]
I tried to! I even had my minions attempt to signal you, but you continued to slaughter them before they could get the message across.
[ And then... fuck he can still hear the snap of his staff. Feel the bite of Adam's axe across his chest and taste his own blood on his tongue.
When Adam finally says it, says the words Alastor has denied he wanted to hear, his ears flick atop his head and heat wells up behind his eyes. He wants to pull away like he always did when someone confessed to him like this. Tried to get feelings involved in their little agreement causing him to lose interest completely and push them away.
This time, however, he finds himself leaning in and resting his face into the crook of the former angel's neck. Could he feel that the smile on Alastor's face was barely holding on by a thread? ]
We are both idiotic, I am afraid. Because I love you, too.
i'm so sorry it's been taking me so long to answer these tags ; n ;
Until Alastor!
He's not sure when it happened, when this had begun to stir within him. Or that he would be forced to come to terms with it, be forced to fight the one he didn't want to fight against. He never wanted to hurt the deer sinner or his shadow.
It was absolutely unfair.
But, that was before, before he was shifted into what he was now. A sinner like the rest. It sucks, but...he had Alastor still, right? Despite everything? But he's not even sure the other sinner can forgive him, if the shadow would even do so. And it fucking sucks. Being in close proximity and not able to touch like he desired. Even right now, he wants to tug the other sinner into his arms and hold on tight, breathe in the scent he's come to know that was Alastor, and wrap these black wings around them.
He can't make a remark on the minions the sinner had apparently sent out. He tries to think back to that morning--had he been signaled?? He truly can't remember. Just that he had been fighting, and trying his best to not hurt Alastor during their battle. At least, despite it all, Alastor was alive.
The former angel's brows furrow, taking in the way the deer sinner's ears flick. And finally, finally, the warmth of his lover is against him, and Adam immediately reaches to grab and hold Alastor, wings circling around them. He truly tries to not tremble at hearing the confession in return, but it's futile. It warms him in a way he hasn't experienced in a very long time. He's heard those words before, plenty of times, but past lovers and prior relationships never made him feel like this. What makes Alastor different is beyond Adam, and he doesn't question it, because to have them both feel the same thing, it's truly everything he's wanted to have.
Reaching his hands around Alastor's waist, he digs his nails into the deer, burying his face as well.]
I love you. I love you.
[The words are chanted in a whisper, to be sure Alastor never forgets.]
Don't let go.
omg no dont be sorry
@ogd
He is my dear friend and unwilling minion, actually!
So less of a theater clown and more of a personal jester.
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thats kinda sick af
like in ur awful diabolical way
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@newstatusquo
Hmm only a tiny bit. And only because I am utterly unsurprised by this fact.
If he weren't so hot headed and self centered, he could almost be likable.
[ It wasn't even because of Val's profession or how he treated other demons that centered around Alastor's dislike for him and everything to do with the fact that he'd been touching what was his. Every time he smelled that tacky perfume on Vox, it made Alastor want to give in to the baser instinct to rub himself against the other to replace that scent with his own. ]
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They just kind of tend to be overshadowed by the explosive nature and what he thinks of himself. As we've talked about, heavily overshadowed.
You know you don't have to worry about him, right? About us and him?
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@thisducks also honestly same theyre so fun
I am a DEMON that has domain over RADIO. For being such a high ranking member of Hell, you would think that you would be able to understand some of the nuances of your subjects.
I would very much rather not become like the modern day radio host sitting about a table with mildly attractive women and yes men spewing my toxic nonsense opinions into a cheap microphone, thank you.
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But getting a chance for 'my subjects' to hear tunes from the past decades instead of the modern, hosted by someone with class and style and knowledge of the music? Eh, guess you're right. Must be imagining things myself!
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Let me know if this doesn't work for you!
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That entire post made me cackle!
heheheeh good cause i'm having so much fun with him being a prick rn
XDDDDD
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Just imagine a clone and the shadow have been chilling in the storage room waiting for them to chill
Right tho?? Just eating popcorn watching the show
popcorn.gif and chatting XDDDD
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Clone: "Think they'll ever get along?" (also sorry on late tag! been crazy busy @_@)
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@applesolutely 3-24-24
Because you went and ruined all the fun.
Oh, no worries! There is nothing wrong with having an incorrect opinion. Not everyone can have good taste here in Hell, after all. Just look at the tacky apple décor you have at your palace!
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[ ooc//ok thinking more maybe the target is the descendant of someone alastor tried to kill but managed to get away from him so he wants to wipe out the rest of their bloodline ]
I had little doubt that you could after your little clown friend talked you up to me for three hours straight when I mentioned to him that I was looking for someone to be sent on the express way to Hell. The person is a voodoo user and comes from a very long line of powerful practitioners. The angelic weapons ensure 1: they are killed and stay that way in spite of any spells they may have cast upon themselves and 2: that you are able to counteract any magic they may cast at you.
Try not to be so offended, my boy. I simply enjoy being on the thorough side.
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Simply put? Everything! I am not a heathen like yourself, but I neglected to factor just how hungry I would get after cleaning the entirety of my radio tower and the ham was right there.
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u can let urself eat ham over a sink forever dude it'll set u free
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@palomilla
Do not pretend as if you are just as, if not even more, narcissistic. I have witnessed the amount of posters featuring yourself in spite of the fact that your name is only on a director's credit on your little picture shows.
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I've always been a triple threat
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@glitchbitch
It WAS quite adorable to see you try, nonetheless.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm, I think that is something you shall have to find out in those little files of yours, is it not?
[ He can't help it. Vox makes it too fucking easy to mess with him. ]
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What the fuck kind of answer is that?! I'm working on them right now! Damn corrupt data!
[If he could recover it, he would save every moment of it in 4K! Obsessed? Not him! Nope!]
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@daddyv
Ahhhh, but how you continue to demonstrate your lack of knowledge in anything. It is not wonder Vox keeps you around when you are so empty headed and easy to manipulate to his liking.
I never said it was the goodness of my heart that brings me back to Vox's side. It is my own selfishness and desire to possess the man that was once mine and will always be mine.
I do wonder, Valentino: how many times has he moaned my name while laying with you?
[ Alastor may have been absent, but that didn't make Vox any less his. ]
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I don't remember seeing your chain around his pretty little throat. How much is he yours if you can't put his name on paper?
I wouldn't declare he's mine. Because we're partners. You think you own him but... if he's using me, he's using you too.
[ He needs to get Vox's damn name on a scroll, and soon. ]
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@newstatusquo
Ahhh, but that will be entirely up to your strength of will to not allow the others to know... coupled with my own desire to see you squirm in your seat across from me. How long do you think you will be able to hold out, my love? Those meetings do tend to drag out when Carmilla begins droning on.
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I can handle more than you think, Alastor. Especially when it comes from you... even if Carmilla could literally be the definition of Hell's torture.
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@harderdaddy
And you believe there to be an in between, my dear?
Who said anything about "without me", dear Angel? I will be able to feel what the creature feels, for the most part. Besides.
[ He appears from the shadows in Angel's room, materializing with a grin and arms folded behind his back. ]
I intend to watch.
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I'm gettin' yah a bell! Fuck- [He laughs though, clearly not all that bothered. Eventually he'll stop being surprised by it.]
Watchin' huh? Finally figured out what does it for yah?
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@harderdaddy
So they continue their activities even here in Hell? Well... I suppose that makes sense. I do hope I have not eaten any of them.
[ Unless Angel wishes him to. ]
Thank you, but no thank you, my dear. I have managed just fine without familial connections thusfar.
But... in a way, I do hope so. Much like when she passed... I can only hope she is happy wherever she is.
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lol, u eat a lot of mobster spiders?
i think it's sweet hearing u talk about her like that. heard someone say once u could tell a lot about a guy by how he treats his mother.
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@papichulo
Is it not? You are the one clinging to his side like a parasite, are you not?
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what, you mean like you and the devil's little princess?
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@loser_baby
Then please do join me in the gardens behind the hotel, will you? Formal attire is not required in the slightest.
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You're not going to murder me, right?
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@fizziefrog
Since about... twenty minutes ago when you first texted me? :)
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wait, who is this?
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