#broadcasthell

@broadcasthell : you. me. date night. what do you say?

Lilith looks up at Adam, a smile on her face in spite of herself as she meets his gaze. Being in Eden again has.... sucked. It really has. She never thought her actions of making peace with Adam in Hell would lead to her being stuck in Heaven. Whatever that means, it's weird.

But Adam's presence here makes her feel a little more at ease. "Date night?" she repeats. "Haven't had one of those with you in a long time. What the Hell, let's have some fun. What did you have in mind?"

[⭐] The disaster that was the rally in Hell, their failed apology and the sinners declaration of war. That was what Heaven was facing. It left Abel uncomfortable and uncertain about what was to come. Adam was so good at this whole head of the exorcists thing, but him? He would prefer to avoid confrontation. He hated fighting. Always had.

Just the thought of having to lead the exorcists to war made him sick.

It was during another meeting with Sera, Emily, Lute and Pentious that he had decided to make the suggestion of going down and talking to that Vox sinner about this war and where they could come to terms so no one has to get hurt. Unfortunately for Abel, these negotiations were on him to try and implement. The idea of going down to Hell to negotiate after what he witnessed made him want to disappear. He would much rather sit back with some good food and hide away in his room.

His tummy hurt just at the thought of having to face the television headed demon. His eye was terrifying.

But the decision was made, the invitation was set, and the demon had seemed to agree to meet on neutral terms to negotiate. The only neutral ground in Hell at this time was the Embassy. At least there Abel would have quick access to leaving via portal.

A projection wouldn't do. Heaven wanted to show they were sincere. They wanted to be taken seriously. So Abel was to go alone. Not even Lute was to accompany him, Sera too afraid she may attack the sinner in question.

And there he stood. Vox. Crisp suit, neon glow radiating from the sharp edges of his form, and that self-satisfied grin that could curdle milk. He sauntered toward the front desk like he owned the place — or was planning to soon.

“Afternoon, sunshine,” he drawled, resting one elbow on the counter, grin widening as his static-filled gaze landed on Vaggie. “Gotta say, this is quite the establishment Charlie’s got here. Real homey. Little rough around the edges, though. Kinda like you.”

“I’ll be checking in. Business, pleasure—eh, bit of both. You can decide which one when the ratings go up.”

Vaggie’s glare didn’t waver, but that only seemed to amuse him more. He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a lower, teasing buzz. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m not here to cause trouble… yet.

e straightened up, smoothing the lapel of his jacket as the lights overhead flickered again. “Oh, and tell your little princess I’m around. Wouldn’t want her to miss the fun.”

It was gonna be one of those fucking days huh. She felt him before she could see him, sensing his dramatic entrance like an oncoming storm of chaos. And right on cue, with all the theatrics of a high school theatre kid, Vox entered stage right, blasting away whatever normalcy she had been praying for today in the blink of an eye. Oh fun.

Her face was already set in a scowl. One that never truly moved. And yet now with this big time asshole sauntering her face, SOMEHOW her scowl only deepened and tilted farther down the sharp corners of her face. The angel's hackles rose the close he came, feeling static dancing around her just by being in his presence. Her hair stood on in visibly as he leaned closer.

If it was from his passive charge or her raw disdain of him, nobody would ever know. Could be both at this point.

Where the fuck was Alastor when she needed him most...wasn't this his fuckin' weird ass ex? Why was he suddenly her problem? Ugh. Her glare could kill lesser Sinners and if she had it her way, an angelic blade would have already been hilt deep in his stupid ass face. But she would have to play nice. After all Charlie's reputation was on the line and she didn't exactly think suplexing the Media Demon in front of an entire lobby was gonna help with that. Didn't mean she didn't want too...

Her good eye twitched with every nickname he gave her. "It's Vaggie, asshole." The young angel muttered in a deadpan. Her voice was sharp and as lethal as any swing from her blade. If he was gonna play this stupid game then he'd have to deal with her at her most dangerous. She'd lean forwards herself, making sure he could hear the cold bite in her tone.

So this is the place Angel Dust had run off to, trying to get away from Val. Vox frowned. He couldn’t sense Alastor anywhere. Bastard must be out, probably scheming somewhere, grinning that unnerving smile of his. Vox rolled his eyes. Some things never change.

Just then, movement caught his attention. An imp was sorting through a pile of packages, teleporting from one end of the messy room to the other. Well, I guess her roguishness takes in strays from all over the ring, he mused. So, where is our future queen now?

He stepped closer, letting his presence loom just enough to make her glance up.

Sorting the packages she collected was easy, there weren't too many guests in the hotel anyway. More booze for the bar, paperclips for Charlie, cleaning supplies for Niffty-

And she could feel an electrifying presence behind her. Turning her head she was met with a pair of legs, which she followed up to eventually be greeted by a smug, square headed sinner.

Oh.... Great. Clem only stood at 3 ft tall, and she recognised Vox right away. CEO of VoxTek, one of the Vees, someone you avoided.

Maybe he just wanted to find Charlie, and then Clem could scamper off.

it had lead to countless arguments and fights with stella. but her mother's control loosened, once octavia's birthday came around and the young goetia stepped into her role as heiress.

she'd better not think about how abysmally her training was going. the new role at least allowed her the freedom to go and come as she pleased. and finally buy a new phone for herself.

which lead to her current predicament of pacing around, looking at her phone as if it might transform into some form of beast and bite her. two years... what if he didn't want to talk anymore? ( no. no! she is sure she constantly heard the phone ringing and her mother laughing ) . but still, stolas might have an entirely new family. one that didn't require pills so that they could pretend things were fine.

but she needed at least some closure. some sort of talk. her fingers trembled as she dialed the number, waiting with bated breath before she could hear someone pick up "...dad?" octavia's voice trembled more than she wanted to admit. "...I'm in front of the library and..." she hesitates before continuing "...dad. can we talk?"

Ah, quaint. Cheerful. Sickeningly optimistic. Exactly as the broadcasts made it seem. Vox let his eyes roam over the pastel decor and warm light, his grin a perfect, pixelated crescent.

He adjusted his tie, the glow of his screen-face flickering through a carousel of amused expressions before settling on one of polite curiosity. “So this is the famous redemption project,” he murmured, his tone laced with static around the edges. “I’ll admit, I was curious to see if the rumors lived up to the... aesthetic.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound modulating like a shortwave signal. “Can’t say it’s my usual scene, but I do appreciate a good bit of ambition.”

Fingers tapping idly against the side of his screen, he turned his attention toward the approaching figure, the smile never faltering.

“Well then,” he said, voice buzzing with amusement, “let’s see what all the hype is about.”

"Gah!" Charlie fell off from the ladder she'd been standing on to put something up on a top shelf across the lobby behind the check in desk.

She hadn't been expecting someone to just appear in the lobby so suddenly. She squinted one eye and rubbed her head as she stood back up off the floor, her eyes lighting up when she saw who was there.

Someone new. Someone not herself, Vaggie or Angel Dust.

She scurried out from behind the check in desk and made her way quickly towards the newcomer.

"Hiiiiiii!" Charlie greeted him cheerfully, eyes wide and smile big.

"I'm Charlie. It is soooo nice to meet you!" she said, extending her hand to shake with him when she finally stopped in front of him.

Spanking! // @broadcasthell

Was he..?! Angel seems far too stunned by his shock. With Vox’s hand pinning him via the small of his back, and the other moving his skirt aside, it startles him that the CEO moves this way. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it wasn’t this. Perhaps he should have though, despite it all, Vox had a way of being old-fashioned.

She's found herself straddling his lap, the weight of herself leaning against him. Her heart is thudding manically in her chest and her ears and cheeks have blossomed a dark pink. His hands are up her shirt, raking claws up her back and through her fine, lily colored fur.

Kitty sighs, her breath hitching. Her hand reaches up and gingerly takes his wrist, directing his hand between her thighs beneath her skirt. Her mink colored nose nudges the corner of his screen and she exhales, needily rocking her silk covered heat against his palm.

❛ You. . . have no idea. . . ❜ she mutters, a smirk taking to her lips. Kitty bites down her lower lip and needily whimpers-- a sight she so rarely gives out for people to see. Her voice comes out earnest, but tinged with her ever present playfulness.

❛ B-But. . . I can show you~ ❜