#radioaci

"I'm surprised you can even spell it!"

He stares at Alastor in absolute silence. He says ABSOLUTELY nothing. He opens his mouth and grabs Alastor's arm and fucking bites him.

It wasn't often that the bar tender was actually left alone to his own devices for long periods of time, despite the hotel having far more rooms than people that occupied them it it was usually bustling. The princess at the helm to fill the day with trust exercises and sharing circles or whatever new impulsive solution she had to the redemption problem.

Redemption…

What a fucking joke. Though he couldn't fully support that thought anymore, because there was a fraction of hope in him that it was possible. Not for him of course. He'd made his choices and he was paying the consequences for them. Made the bed he was lying in so to speak. No, not him, but Angel.

Husk had to at least believe somewhat that redemption was possible for him. Someone that got swept away by sex and drugs, in a never ending abusive addicted cycle that he hardly could be said to have chosen. On top of that Angel's soul was owned and the gambler had a twisted gut feeling that that would hinder in this whole redemption bullshit.

So left to his own thoughts and rushing to fill his head with whiskey to dampen them paired with the feelings that came with them. He cared, it was stupid he knew but he did. He called the princess out for being a bleeding heart, knowing that he saw that because he too was one.

And boy did it bleed.

He'd done his best to conceal that however, caring didn't serve well in hell and certainly not with the company the bar tender kept. Or one in particular. If Alastor caught onto this particular weakness of his it'd just be another pressure point to use against him. Because his soul wasn't only a part of himself that could be taken from him; there was plenty that the tender still had and he counted his blessings he still had that.

Husk sighed heavily, leaning on the bar as he took another long drink. The burn raking all the way down his throat to warm his stomach, ending with putting the bottle down a little harsher than nessassary as he growled to himself.

Thoughts of Angel made his teeth grit together. Another looser stuck on the end of a leash and that moth bastard was just begging to be torn down to his level. If only Husk could do something. He had to think of some way to help Angel.

"Have to think of someway to break that fucking contract...." He grumbled, not realising that it was said out loud and clearly not paying attention to his surroundings as he glared at the bottle as if it might give him some answers.

@radioiaci

It was still well into the early morning hours and within the Hotel Lucifer was already set to task. His darling daughter had mentioned a few things that could use more improvement as she explained a few of her newest ideas, a large collection of papers filled with colorful drawings and diagrams in tow, and the King made no hesitations with volunteering his magical touch as the perfect solution.

Of which he figured she'd be more than overwhelmingly overjoyed and pleased to hear the notion and the offering.

But no, not entirely, much to Lucifer's dismay.

Instead his daughter suggested he work alongside the others residing within the hotel. His trademark widened grin fell to a frown for a split second but he picked it up with a forced chuckle and agreed to her specifications. He was more than capable of handling it alone but well, this was his special little lady's project and if she was going to learn to have more faith in herself as a leader then he'd better play along, right?

Right.

In-between his magical manifesting he'd taken a break, deciding to chat with a few of the sinners who had also volunteered their time to the joint effort, that was when the radio-demon entered the central area and shared proximity. To which the King turned and lofted an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"And look who's still here. Are you going to help out with arranging things today or are you just aiming to be a part of the scenery? Because if it's the latter then the scenery just reached new heights of abysmal." he remarked with a sardonic tone and a self-gratified grin.