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radiovisual · 3 years

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@heavensxstray said: “Quit it or I’ll bite.”

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"Quit it, or I'll bite."

"Bud, zip it, I'm just tryna talk to ya--you're Vox's new guy right? Some big wig he got shoved into a corner? Allen or some shit?"

The room was filled with too many flashing lights and the music was pounding way too loud--Alastor did not have the patience for this. He shoves the stripper away, curling up tighter on the little chair he sequestered himself into at the back of the nightclub when Vox told him to go 'have fun'. He growled when the demon just gave him a sour look.

"Fuck. Off. I'm not interested," The deer spat back, crossing his arms tighter and looking away, waiting for this one to skip off like the rest of them had before. Evidently, this one had different plans.

He makes a surprised noise when one of the spider demon's four arms seized him by the bicep, pulling him to his feet.

"Just follow me for a minute, 'K? I just wanna talk, I swear. N' if you still don't wanna, I'll get you a better place to mope, at least," He says, turning to drag the miserable deer around the edge of the room. Alastor can barely react--the audacity of this!

The music got louder and louder the farther they went, and his shouts of protest were almost unheard--then the stripper took a sharp turn through a curtain into a whole new space, and the music became blissfully muffled.

His ears burned with relief from no longer having to stay pinned to the back of his head, but his expression held furious as he finally tore his arm out of the other demon's grasp, "You have got some nerve--"

"Ah-ah, zzsch! Not yet, c'mon, keep goin'," The spider tapped Alastor lips to silence him (the deer jolted in indignity at that) before continuing to push him down the pink curtain adorned hallway, glancing behind them cautiously. That was enough to convince Alastor to wait--if he was nervous, he must be breaking some kind of rule. He could tolerate this treatment in the name of insolence.

The demon finally stopped them in front of a pink door (pink, pink, so much pink--Valentino had a fucking problem), opening it and ushering him inside.

Some kind of sensual music began as they entered the dimly lit, sparsely furnished 'bedroom', but the spider went and shut the stereo off quickly, letting out a long suffering sigh before glancing at Alastor.

The former Overlord was glaring at the bed like it was the most offensive thing he'd ever seen before turning it on him, "I told you, I'm not--"

The spider rolled his eyes, "For the last time, I'm not fuckin' askin' you to do that! I'm trying to be nice, you ass!"

Alastor's eyebrows rose at that, but he crossed his arms and stood his ground, "Why, then?"

He groaned and rubbed between his eyes, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, "Ok, look--I'm just just gonna say it to ya' straight, same way I tell it ta' all of Val's new girls," He began, steepling the fingers of two of his hands, while the elbows of his second set of arms rest on his thighs, "As dumb as it sounds, makin' friends in this industry is good. I'm tryna' extend a hand or whatever, since everybody keeps sayin' you're probably totally out of your element, and ya' still ain't quite gettin' the picture."

"I'm not a part of your... Industry," He sneers.

The spider gives him a cold look, "If you work for one of the V's, you work for all of them. Just because you ain't been passed around yet doesn't mean you won't be--SO, I'll say it again--" he continues, leaning back on the bed now, "Makin' friends is a good idea. The more ya' have, n' the more diverse their jobs are, the better. You should be happy I'm coming to you first--it's a lot harder to get yourself in when there's nobody to vouch for you."

Alastor narrowed his eyes, frowning skeptically and shuffling his feet. He didn't really know what to think of this--in all honestly he just wasn't in the mood to think. He took a deep breath and glanced at the door, "Nobody to vouch for me… Concerned about tattle-tales then?"

"O'course," The spider chuckles halfheartedly, eyeing him, "You seem pretty miserable, so I don't think you'd be a snitch--but a lot of the others are still pretty nervous about ya'," He explains lightly, checking his nails for a moment.

Alastor chuffs right back, "Clearly not nervous enough…"

The demon purses his lips, "What's that s'posta' mean?"

The deer closes his eyes with a heavy breath, "I'm not going to air out my entire life story for you."

"Ain't askin' you too--they're nervous about your afterlife story, dumbass," He snarks right back, "Somethin' about a big ol' ordeal back in the 30's that you were responsible for. Is it true?"

The deer looks at him out of the corner of his eye, tail twitching idly, "Depends on what you heard--stories can evolve into entirely different beasts over time."

"Yeah, I figured--one broad said it wasn't that big a deal, but anotha' one said you tore hell to shreds--Luci himself had to step in n' everything," He said, eyes wide with interest now that Alastor was actually working with him, and giving him helpful answers.

The shorter demon let out a bark of a laugh before covering his mouth by biting his knuckle, "Wow, if only--Hah, let's, let's just say it was somewhere in the middle there. Talking to Lucifer didn't come till a bit after all that--I'm surprised you don't remember. I remember reading articles about sinners saying it was burned into their memories forever," He reminisced fondly.

The spider smirked, "I'm sure I would've--almost sad I missed it, honestly. But sadly, I was busy up top at the time."

"Oh?" Alastor hadn't expected that, for some reason. He furrowed his eyebrows, dropping his arms to put his hands on his hips now, "When did you die?"

"1940's. So close yet so far, right?"

"Indeed… Alastor."

"What?"

"It's Alastor--not 'Allen or some shit'." He offered with a small smirk.

The spider smirked right back, holding out a spindly hand, "Hell yeah, that's more like it--Call me Angel, baby."

Alastor paused in his reaching for the handshaking, grimacing at that, "Only if you never call me-- That, ever again."

Angel grabs his hand tightly and tugs him down closer with a few shakes of it, grinning mischievously, "You got it, toots~!"

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