“ I love bein’ a scumbag and a whore monger! It’s really hard to properly take anything you say seriously when you’re delivery sounds like a god damn valley girl. Fuck man.”
He simply starred down at the…very very small fallen angel. Valentino hadn’t quite known what to expect from the King himself but this was…well this was not necessarily surprising just disappointingly basic. Maybe some people found it unsettling but Val was just confused. Was this how he actually talked? Was he just trying to subvert expectations?
The insults weren’t entirely ineffectual, they did wound the demon’s ego, though that was less the insults themselves and more of the simple fact there was no way to avenge himself. It angered him, but Val would have to ust swallow it, try and stay clam but damn if this twinky bastard was making it difficult.
“ Calling me honey? The fuck? What are you gonna go ‘yas queen’ next? You talk about all the shit you had in giving me free will but honestly? Fuck you. I don’t owe you shit, I never asked to be created, and even if all that history mumbo jumbo bullshit meant anything to me, it certainly doesn’t mean anything to you. Whatever you did was just a fuckin after thought, you don’t fuckin care about demons? Why would you? No one down here matters, we’re the Universe’s dirty laundry! There’s a thousand arrogant little twat fuckers like you, dime a dozen! Only difference between you and me is you’ve existed a fuckton longer. If I’m washed up you’ve done and died on the shore years ago. I could easily do your job, and do it a thousand times better.”
—————— ❝ THAT’S THE BEAUTY OF IT! ❞ Long washed up on the shores? That’s the furthest from the truth and the poor little sop knew it deep down inside that little heart of his. Why else would he break after ONE little insult shoved his way? Why else would he not just storm off without needing the final word in this dispute? It’s the simple fact he knew if he left, he’d be the loser -- a long gone display of submissive qualities that wasn’t as attractive as the mental image of being pegged by Lilith -- LILITH OF HELL! ❝ I’ve been down here since time itself began and, yet, I’m still relevant as ever! You’ll hear my name on the news station at least once an hour, but you? They’ll mention you whenever you do something WORTH a damn. ❞
Nothing uttered at him was original these days, but then again? He knew how to press some buttons...start up drama, because he didn’t take shit from little demon specks like Valentino. ❝ It’s hard to take you seriously when you sound like yourself ; honestly, the last time I had a conversation with someone who didn’t make me have to lower my brain cell count down to TALK on their level was Alastor. ❞ That name, a scorn among the overlords, he knew. ❝ I guess it shows that the only one who stands a chance against me at all is him. ❞
Boost one demon’s ego, lower another.
❝ If there’s thousands JUST LIKE ME who could do my job, then why haven’t any of them done it well on their own little ventures? Even you can’t seem to hold yours together with the fact your little top of the line star is ditching you for the hotel MY DAUGHTER set up! ❞ Finger raised up, he wagged it so gently in his direction. ❝ You’re right, though...I don’t care about you or any other demon down here -- except my wife and my daughter. The rest of you could die and I wouldn’t bat an eye, because the next Valentino that comes bursting through the doors will be just a carbon copy of the last... Then again, what would I know? I’ve only seen about a dime a dozen of YOUR kind walk through this place ; you all gain this much success and then... ❞ Hell fire forms in the palm of his hand, snuffed out seconds after by a closed fist, the sound of CRUSHED metal -- a vision of the future or mere coincidence? ❝ You’re gone. ❞
