I'm not going to be like this long enough to get used to it. I refuse to let that happen. I will not. I'll help Charlie, hell's little princess, get what she wants.
I'll do as -she bids.
What choice do I have really-Hahahahhahha
..haha, this whole thing is a joke. Redeeming sinners? Pfahaha!
What a truly hilarious concept! Nothing beats the hopeful failing at achieving their dreams~ Pure hearts being crushed by harsh reality.
Hahaha, Lovely~
"Heya smiles~ how you been?~" Angel asks from the bar.
"I've been busy." I don't want to have a long conversation with Angel. He's not exactly my idea of... good company.
"Vague, you wanna spend some quality time with a star?~ Me n' you could get real cozy together n'-" I walk away.
I can hear Husker laughing, telling Angel that'd happen. Husker's spent enough time with me to have an idea of what to and not to do.
"Alastor! can I talk to you for a second." Charlie's volume steadily lowers after initially calling my name. Going by her posture I'd say she doesn't like the idea, of asking me for help, or whatever she's worried about.
"Of course~ Whatever could I help you accomplish deer~?" Her nervous smile twitches.
"I..uhm, you remember who my dad is right?" It's not easy to forget.
"Hmmmm..the ruler of pride? Lucifer Magne Morningstar?..no doesn't ring a bell." She makes an expression of mild disappointment. It looks absurd with her little cheek spots.
"Okay so you know him, and his full name, which is a little weird. Well I..I am going to ask him to come over." Interesting~
"Going to ask your father for help?~"
"I don't know anyone else who could get me into heaven.." That is a good point. She stands anxiously waiting for me to say something. I stare blankly.
"..I really need you to try and...be nice"
Ah~ I'm perfectly capable of Being Nice. "No problem!"
She gives me an incredulous stare, I nearly lose it. If I laugh she'll think I'm joking..
"I hope you mean that.." She sighs releasing her stiff posture.
She walks over to the bar to assumedly inform the others.
"I'll make sure you behave if you can't even manage it." Vaggie growls out at me from behind a potted plant.
My head snaps in her direction. "It's a good thing I can behave then isn't it!"
She glares slowly making her way towards Charlie. That one has quite the attitude problem. Not to mention her peculiar scent.
Lucifer agreed to come to the hotel. Oh goody. How exciting.
The residents of the hotel decorate to welcome the king of hell into his daughter's project. Charlie continues to gain anxious energy the closer it gets to the set time for her father's arrival.
Does she have a fowl relationship with her father?
She's about to check the door when it slams open. Lucifer's here.
"Char-Char! You're so..uh..Older! That's great!" Well put. Such high quality word smithing is suiting for a king.
"How have you been!?" They continue to speak while she leads him into the hotel.
He's short. He has those queer cheek dots, his clothing is acceptable, he has an apple cane. Not what most would assume the devil looks like, from what I hear.
He is a fallen angel to be fair.
"Oh! Dad! meet my friend Alastor." She smiles gesturing to me. I'm her friend am I?
"..Who?" His eyes wander towards me.
"Pleasure to meet you! The names Alastor! You look nothing like advertised I must say." I circle him while I talk.
"Aha..jeez, Yeah, nice to meet you.." His expression flickers as he looks me up and down... That's worrisome.
The tour continues without me. The snake flounders when Lucifer comes to greet him. It's enough to make me giggle, which catches his attention, his eyes don't linger long... Hm. Angel Dust calls him 'Short King'.
Charlie gets down to business. I'm beginning to become bored.
Luckily some disagreeables appear outside, perfect~ I'll use them as an ingredient in my lunch.
While I dispose of the life left in my soon to be lunch I feel Lucifer's eyes on me. The expression he's got is not one I expected. He almost appears pleased.. Peculiar.
"Babe, is that really the kind of person you think can be redeemed?" He points at me.
I'd rather die again than go to heaven, I may not know how it is there but I can guess. Nothing I'd be interested in.
"He's..well..okay so Alastor isn't the best example." I'd hope not.
"But Angel's really been trying!" I drag my ingredients into the hotel towards the kitchen. Waste not want not.
"What's that?" I'm bombarded by a familiar smell, apples and sugar? It's Lucifer. Fantastic.
"My lunch. Care to try some?~" My smile creeps impossibly further.
"Uhhahah, I don't think so. I saw what you used for the meat." He swats in the direction of my food, it's not a fly..
"Suit yourself." I linger a moment longer, disappearing into my room to eat when neither of us speak.
Around the time I'm about finished with my food I hear Charlie calling me. I am being summoned, as always..
She's in the main room of the hotel. "Dad agreed to let me visit heaven! Isn't that great!" ..It sounds..entertaining.
"Wonderful, and who plans to accompany you in that venture?"
"Just Vaggie. I don't think Dad'd let me take all of you to heaven.." She deflates mildly still bouncing with excitement.
This entire situation screams 'I'm about to make everything 10xs worse than it already is' Far be it for me to stop that from happening. What was it they say? It's Gods design?
Charlie is pulled into conversation with Angel Dust and Husker.
I wonder if I could use her father? He has power, an amount that I have yet to determine. Assumedly more than his daughter. An amount fit for the King Of Hell.
Perhaps I should make an effort to know him..
Surely she'll allow it?
The meeting went terribly. As I predicted.
Haha! That's just darling!
"You're going to defend the hotel?" Husker asks keeping his eyes on his current task.
"And why would I not?" He scoffs.
"You don't help people without something in return. Did you do something to Charlie?" He says the last part quietly.
"No, no, nothing like that!" He actually meets my gaze at that.
"Then you have to get something outta this. I don't trust that you're doing it out of the kindness of your heart~" Haha! That'd be the day!
I leave Husker to Finish whatever he's doing, I have to make a barrier to hold off some oversized birds. How long it will last is not yet clear. I set up the barrier in time for the portal to heaven to let in a swarm of Angels. Abhorrent.
One of them laughs. "You actually think this'll stop us??"
Angels fly into the barrier, like a bird to a window. I slap a hand over my mouth giggling. Less entertaining is that it eventually does begin to break. By this point the rest of the residents and the cannibals are readied outside of the hotel, it served it's purpose.
Charlie gives me a thumbs up.
...Eugh.
I travel to the top of the hotel to fight the one called Adam. "The first man to be made the next to die."
He raises a single brow. "Who are you?"
..I am getting tired of this question. I slash and dodge as Adam whines while trying to hit me. "Gahd, would you just stand still?!"
That would be counterproductive to me not getting hit. "Can't you hit a moving target?"
"Dodge this!" He growls picking up speed.
I stagger due to over use of power, shit, my cane is broken. "What just happened..?"
Another hit fallows soon after, I have no time to dodge. Fuck.
"Gah!..nnh.." I'm slammed into the rim of the roof. I got hurt. I'm bleeding.
"Radio's dead and so are you." Adam grins cockily. Dick.
"Mnh..Radio is far from dead, you'll have to catch me~" I use my shadow to escape. His aggravated shouts fade out.
I stagger into my room, my blood drips onto the hard floor, I should be focused on the injury not my floors health.
I move my hand from the wound, it's deeper than I thought..my life juices continue to leak. With my cane broken I can't easily take care of this..
I repair my clothes and make a patch for the wound. Hopefully it isn't blessed. That would ruin my plans. Being in someone else's palm ruins my plans but I have to take what I can get.
The battle is over when I arrive, we won. That's surprising. Lucifer is here, I'll have to check how much he contributed to the win.
The hotel was destroyed in the battle replaced by a new one made by The King Of Hell. My radio tower in particular looking lack luster. No doubt on purpose.
"Alastor! You're not dead! I hear you got hit." I have the urge to shrug, such unprofessional behavior would only make me seem offended.
"I was. I hear you arrived late, did something keep you from coming in time?" I carefully lean down.
"I-wait..you smell like blood.." Shit. He places his hand on my chest. I hiss flinching at the unwanted pressure.
"You did get hurt.." I said I did.
He stares for a while, his hand leaves my injury, I replace it with my own.
"..You did protect my daughter..I owe you." I study his face, he looks disturbingly genuine.
"I don't need your help." I hesitantly lift myself into the proper posture.
"Right and I'm actually a unicorn. Let me fix you so I don't have to worry about paying you back later." He brings me to a corner away from the others.
He boxes me in with his arms, I used far too much of my power.. My hunger aches. "Now stay still, I need to see what I'm healing."
He reaches towards my chest, I wince as he unbuttons my shirt silently examining my bandage.
"...I have to see it you know." I took the time to bandage myself and it was for nothing. I aught to bite him.
I remove the covering myself, this is already too intimate.
"Yeesh, that is not great. Uhhm, okay, this might be weird." He brings his hands close to my wound. They emit a light, it feels like the warmth of the morning sunlight. How unfitting of the Ruler of Hell.
"Okay, it's down to a small cut. It would have been easier if it wasn't a angelic injury but here we are." He stares for a minute then blinks noticeably and backs up.
"ahahmm, I there ya go. M-mostly healed."
I run my finger across the edge of the wound, it stings a lot less. I look up to see his eyes glued to my chest.
"Your majesty, your gaze betrays unwholesome intent." He jumps, quickly altering his gaze.
"Woops, I-You are..welcome. Guess I'll see you later-" He practically runs away.
I'm left leaning in the corner shirt open, cut scabbing. The King has his intentions twisted, perhaps I can use this to my advantage. I have to gain more control of the relationship first.