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“Hmmm….I’ve never sssseen anything like you in Hell before..” The voice that spoke toward Collin carried a intrigued, almost suspicious tone, his words carrying a low, growling hiss like a serpent, a large forked tongue slithering in and out between ghastly sharp fangs, and an array of glimmering scarlet eyes that line the serpent’s massive, winding coils all flick to stare up toward him, eying him within the confines of the net.

“You don’t ssssmell of a demon…What are you?”

        although just as tender and full of yearning as her father, octavia’s walls were high and thick. one could not climb them, nor could they tear them down. one had to be invited inside, and blitzø wasn’t invited, not yet at least. she was there speaking to him from the other side of the gate, reaching out a tentative hand. 

she wanted to try to form her own truth. 

she’d already heard stella’s ad nauseam before her flight from the palace. this one was an imp-- stella could understand stolas having an affair with another fallen seraph, or even an overlord with power and status. but an imp? the former princess was so wrathful because stolas had embarrassed her, because stella viewed all low-born as less than the brimstone beneath her feet. 

octavia had long since discarded stella’s prejudiced way of thinking. besides, this blitzø had to be special in order to get her father to smile-- she hadn’t seen him this happy in a long, long time. 

at least, he was happy, until the night which shall not be named. 

she mirrored blitzø’s expression, tilting her head and unblinkingly studying him. but there was neither derision nor hatred in her crimson gaze, just curiosity. perhaps, even a bit of sympathy. this whole situation hadn’t been easy on her or her father-- but she wondered if anyone had ever asked if it was easy on him. 

Dance Meme II Accepting II @bossblitzy

Skrael swore to himself that he was only trying to be a nuisance. There was no other possible reason for his decision to take the demon’s hands and sweep him into the air. It was certainly not because the look on his face might be considered charming in addition to amusing, or that there was something so enticing about stealing another’s breath away.

Striker spread his hands, shrugging in a 'What are you gonna do?' gesture as he grinned, sharp teeth exposed. His expression was reminiscent of a snake and the hissing, rattling noise as his tail swished back and forth did nothing to stop the comparison from ringing true.

He hadn't meant to be caught. The decision to come to Imp city was an unfortunate oversight of his. He figured, out of all the space in the area, there was no chance they would meet.

A chance that turned out to be more likely than he thought.

"Well, you've caught me. What are you going to do? Be the hero? Be his hero? Gonna go home to that ditzy blueblood and celebrate by letting him fuck your brains out?" Striker scoffed.

"I meant what I said when I told you there was a whole heap of potential in ya. Just waiting to be out. He's going to get tired of you eventually. And then what? Despite your- previous answer, I'm willing to give you another chance. Join me, Blitzo. I have the means and you have the ability. He'd never see it coming. They'd never see it coming."

Alastor just continued smiling at the suggestion he could hire them to go after the descendants of his lost enemies. He did not confirm anything though, whether or not the Radio Demon was interested in getting revenge in such a way was to remain a mystery for now. Oh, but with what came next, Alastor very quickly leaned in towards the imps.

“I accept your invitation.” He agreed quickly and let the radio buzz around him get that little bit louder in obvious excitement. “I have been meaning to find a new form of amusement and I have long missed seeing just how messy the world can get up there.” An old hunting ground, some nostalgia and a show? He would willingly stand by and watch that.

A coo, feathers slightly puffing up in an involuntary display of purest contentment.  ❛  Perhaps,  ❜  he assents, running a claw on the imp’s cheek, appraising.  ❛  Though I fear it might be a tad too short, but I don’t presume such would be an issue in your eyes, hm ?  ❜

Maybe not while in the company of his spouse, were she to discover its origins, it’d lead to another... Ah.  But such was besides the points.

Meme /// Accepting

Oh? Did he unnerve the imp? Perfect. "Should I not be smiling? The world around us is crumbling and even the world of the living is going to hell. There's no shortage of chaos, so no shortage of entertainment. I suppose you could say I'm simply feeling enthused." But, oh, if the imp was wary of him, there was fun to be had. Nerves to be struck and fear to be stoked. Like a fire. And Alastor loved to poke at the fire. "Of course, I guess I'm more excited about dinner plans. And you, my friend, look exactly like what I was missing." The wicked expression he wore stretched his smile wider, almost maniacally so, and he let that settle for a moment. Let the threat sink in for the other.

Before he was throwing his head back, laughing at his own joke. "Ah, I jest! I've sworn off of imps; not enough protein.

"What brings you so far into town, though? Not too often does a fellow such as yourself wander so deep into the pentagram." At the very least, not into Radio Demon territory.