#infierna

this is going to get a proper reply in a bit but i just need everyone to see this : susan , the bitch of cannibal town is hitting the devil with her cane while scolding him. i repeat

SUSAN , THE BITCH OF CANNIBAL TOWN , IS HITTING THE DEVIL WITH HER CANE WHILE SCOLDING HIM !!!

now that we've all seen this . . . when if she disappears without a trace , i don't wanna hear any questions about it , okay ? we all know what may or may not have happened to her.

@infierna asked: "i owe you one. / from Yogirt to Satan!"

From: Prompts for people who aren't used to kidness

There was a small eyebrow raise toward that comment. Satan was not one who normally expected anyone (let alone Yogirt) to show any sort of kindness toward him. In this situation, maybe he could say it was somewhat warranted for the work Satan had done in trying to cool his temper over the past few years, but at the same time... maybe it wasn't related to that at all?

After all... it wasn't like there was a shortage of things she could be referencing for Satan. He knew he had some times where it seemed that the court was getting out of hand, and Satan himself had to step in to ensure Yogirt was not harmed, because despite all the good she had done for him, others did not always feel the same way when she made comments to Satan in court when trying to calm him. Why someone would have been dumb enough to try to attack Yogirt?

He didn't know. And yet, even though he had stopped people from doing it countless times now, people still wanted to continue trying to do it over and over. So maybe it was a comment towards those times. He wasn't really sure, it had kind of just... come up out of nowhere.

It wasn't like the two were doing anything at the moment... but... well... they were, in a way. They had just finished another court case and, for once in a very long time, Satan... hadn't gotten angry with people. He had actually been level-headed.

❝I have to assume that this is in regards to me not getting angry during the trial, yes?❞ he asked as he studied her for a few moments, ❝I do not know why you'd have to owe me for something so simple, to be frank with you.❞

In a way, Satan was just entirely confused because the comment had really come out of left field for him. He had worked long enough with Yogirt to expect comments every now and again that he didn't expect, and yet... this was one where he was almost taken aback because of the... kindness in her voice. Not that it wasn't normal, just... the combination of the words and her tone was throwing him for a loop.

❝Whatever the case may be, I guess... thank you? I'm not entirely sure how to respond to that,❞ he remarks and stands to begin walking back down the stairs of the throne, ❝Perhaps it is all the years of you trying to drill it into my head that I needed to be more calm catching up with me.❞

He huffs and gives a small eye roll.

umprompted ask | always accepting

pain takes him by surprise ; if not for the cane under his chin , he'd be bent over nursing a wounded knee. ❝ ow ! what the—-- owww-ah ! ❞ she keeps doing it ! this sinner keeps snacking him with her cane to a chorus of muted oomphs and ows : knee , chin , toe , head , chest , shoulder. ❝ hey ! okay —- okaaay !! that is enough ! ❞ surprise is the only reason there's not more anger in lucifer's reaction. too caught off guard by the audacity to do much more than gawk in disbelief for a good few seconds of . . . is she scolding him ??? and what kind of sinner scolds the devil ??? a crotchety old cannibal one , evidently.

apple-topped cane of his own appears in a flash of crimson magic , swipes to move her offending stick off his person with a flourish. ❝ listen here , young lady , i know how hell works. i built it. ❞ chin dips , eyes flashing dangerously. briefly. blink and you'd miss it. ❝ after i built your earth , everything on it , and everything else (!) in creation. ❞ technically , lucifer helped build creation , but shhhh that doesn't matter right now. he's making a point.

                  how was i supposed to know that?!

               SHE   DIRECTED   HER   GAZE   FROM   HER   WORK   TO   LOOK   AT   @infierna   more   closely.   It   appeared   today’s   exercise   did   a   number   on   her.   Vaggie   felt   a   pang   in   her   chest   at   the   sight   of   her   fellow   sister   in   distress,   “   Hey,   take   it   easy   on   yourself.   It   was   your   first   time   in   one of   her   exercises,   ”   Vaggie   reached   over   to   place   one   hand   on   Clitorissa’s   shoulder   while   the   other   made   sure   the   bandages   did   get   loose,   “   You’re   going   to   be   fine,   I   promise,   ”   Vaggie   knew   she   shouldn’t   make   promises   like   this,   but   what   else   was   she   to   do?   “   Stick   by   my   side.   Always.   We’ll   make   it   through   it.   ”

      “The good couch is on fire.” @infierna ( frank ) screeches.

      breath is released at the statement    ,    smile struggling to remain as composed as it normally would.    the creatures very voice grated against his nerves like a rasper to cheese    ,    powers pulsating despite the broken modulator beside him.    claws click against the desk as the radio regains serenity    ,    annoyance lacing his words despite the smile that contradicts.

                  LIPS   WERE   PRESSED   TOGETHER   WHICH   EMITTED   A   HUM   AKIN   TO   the   sound   of   static.   Alastor   sat   on   the   scientist’s   desk,   one   leg   crossed   over   the   other,   body   hunched   forward,   and   one   hand   in   his   lap.   The   other   hand   held   tight   to   his   cane,   claws   careful   against   the   microphone   tip,   “   Hm,   it   might   have   crossed   my   mind,   ”   his   smile   was   one   of   amusement.   Don’t   be   a   nuisance,   “   But,   it   was   a   fleeting   thought.   ”  

                     NEW   GUESTS   MEANT   HE   HAD   NEW   FACES   TO   CATALOG   for   self   use,   but   certain   guests   could   wait   a   while.   This   one,   however,   had   peaked   his   interest.   Baxter   was   his   name,   and   though   he   had   heard   of   @infierna   here   and   there,   he   didn’t   expect   him   to   be   at   the   hotel.   Hadn’t   he   worked   for   Vox?   Didn’t   he   still?   Alastor   had   been   out   of   the   loop   given   his   antisocial   ways,   and   that   one   little   fact   of   him   being   a   captive,   “   I   hear   you   helped   the   hotel…   how   utterly   fascinating—   oh!   Dear   me,   aren’t   you   the one who makes   toys   for   Vox   to   play   around   with?   ”