#rushed work

To be honest. Discord and Bill Cipher, those two would do the best with Alastor… I know you technically meant just Discord and not us as Discord but plz do me a favour and think of us as Discord! It’s easier for me— but anyway! Have a good day and hope you enjoy

Alastor- Element of Disharmony

“Alastor! I know you have her! Give her up already!” Vaggie yelled out sharply and heartfully at the Radio Demon, whose current stationed in the corner stood upright with a much more forced smile than his usual snarky cheeky grin. Yet, his expression simply screamed he was offended and outraged any ex-exterminator would dare assume he’d do something he truly didn’t do, so he had forced himself to maintain his composure under irritating pressure and respond with a calm yet sharp

“Darling… I did not take your little pet. She may have escaped”

The Hotel’s Key or more affectionately known as ‘KeeKee’ had gone missing overnight and since Alastor truly was the only person in this Hotel with the power and drive to mess with the Hotel to see it’s inevitable downfall, Vaggie jumped immediately to semi-blindly accusing him whilst her girlfriend, Charlie, tried desperately to reason with her and stop blaming Alastor

This meaningless headache called an argument did last for a little longer until Vaggie practically chased Alastor out of the Hotel lobby. Finally managing to calm down with her beloved lover’s help whilst the outraged yet still dapper Overlord had been left to wonder the hallways of the mighty multi-floored Hotel he resides in as an investor. His radio staff cane clicking on the floor slightly each time he let it slightly drag on the floor

Having a continuous cocky flaring strut, Alastor’s blood red eyes wonder about the almost neverending Hotel Room-caked floors like he’s the one who ruled this building and to him, he absolutely did. Smiling much more pleased now and his tension loosened like a tightened up coil being undone after hours

He feels relieved not having to deal with that spear-happy woman Charlie holds so dearly to herself and he only deals with her as well as everybody in this Hotel because it’s so amusing to see them struggle and writhe like pathetic little maggots being burnt to dust. He does wish he could do such a thing to them, as all of them. Including his own workers, trigger him

Nothing is as entertaining and fascinating as it use to be and he does semi-consider leaving the Hotel to find a new object of inspiration until he ended up tracking out a rather malicious insane laugh, his thick tall deer ears flicking as he already stopped in place to further examine and find his new target

Silence. Bland painted walls. Nothing, which has his disappointment rising like a bubbling boiling water pot. He continues to step a bit more hastily and cautiously forward to focus on clearing out his mind from all the accusations from the Hotel manager and it works well

Since now. He is thinking about what that laugh belongs to and where that laugh came from…

“Alastor. The Radio Demon”

Okay. That isn’t even funny, nobody goes around saying phrases like that but him, somebody knows too much and it makes his grin drop for a split-second at most, rushingly pulling himself together and stopping with a firm stomp as to wave out his authority and power through the halls, in attempts to let whoever this voice belongs to know they are messing with

The wrong man

“What’s funny?”

Alastor snaps out with his radio voice effect almost dropping as fast as his composure has. He is not in a good mood and entertain anybody messing with him, he wants answers now and he doesn’t take anybody making a fool out of him kindly. This person is making a fool out of him for refusing to speak up to him

Coward

“Awww~ why are you so pissy, Sir? Did you miss me~?”

In a single pretty cloudy puff… you. A powerful Overlord that purely exists to stir chaos and discord and disharmony within Hell, manifests before Alastor with your malicious fang-bared smirk, pleased yourself at making Alastor so irritable when you’ve never seen him this way… ever

Of course. You took KeeKee by force within the cover of night and you’re doing this solely for laughs and to stir as much mischief and disorder as possible within the Hotel staff as it’s very fun and entertaining to see people a mess. Like Alastor, you’re not here for anything or anybody but for yourself

“I missed you~”

You cooed out, your multitude amalgamation of a form consisting of all kinds of seperate animalistic limbs; eagle, lion, reptile, horse, yet also a bird wing and a bat wing. You’re a beautiful mismatched disorientating mess of a Sinner but it fits your purpose and personality so well as you float before the firm yet still smiling scowling Alastor to wait for his respond a bit impatiently yet quietly

“Good afternoon, my dear…”

Alastor manages to answer whilst gripping his radio cane firmly, enough that the base may as well snap in half. You’re a bigger headache than Vox is… always destroying and hiding away his belongings, messing with his radio shows to get a reaction. He is a gentleman, he doesn’t let his temper peak through but he can’t stand you… he lets his utter hateful scorn out around you as to try put you in your place

Alastor’s internally furious because you’re the reason Vaggie was pestering him about KeeKee for almost a whole half a hour. You’re responsible for his radio staff being faulty, you’re responsible for Angel’s pig being set free… and everything was pinned on him. Your actions are always blamed on him

And he hates it. His eyes expressed every negative feeling he had for you. How, your own intense power had attacked at his high ego

“What’s that face for? C’mon~ don’t lie! You missed me~”

You coo out happily but so slick with manipulative tendencies as to get more reactions from your beloved deer, legs kicking smoothly and gorgeous mismatched wings flapping, despite the fact you don’t need it. It’s just to make people more confused since you live to confuse sinners. Punish them and get fun out of causing issues with no real shame for it

You like picking on Alastor, he’s your favourite! He gives the best reactions since he is always trying to control his temper and remain graceful and charming but it’s clear to you, he wants to rip you to shreds

But he can’t~

“I have a special project, Leitore. I can’t be playing with you anymore. Give back KeeKee and leave”

Alastor orders out with his fangs almost grinding out through the wide smile, with the itch to strike building up in his throat, knowing you won’t budge that easily since you’re the embodiment of true chaos and immaturity. The Hell within Hell and he’ll need to push you. He’s looking forward to finally making you behave and regret messing with him

“I’ll play~ let’s play, little Allie~”

You smoothly purr out with your dual goat and deer horns seeming to twitch a bit, sitting upright from being semi-bent down during your effortless hover a few inches above Alastor to be summoning forth KeeKee, stuck in an invisible yet breathable little bubble that mutes her noises as she is meowing out in horror. A threat, showing that he and his little Hotel will need to fight for what they want

Alastor didn’t flinch at the sight of KeeKee’s distress. He doesn’t care about the Morningstar’s cat nor truly does he care about the Hotel. He cares about the threat you have over him and his inflated ego. He refuses to let anybody else be able to one-up him. Nobody will be better than him on his watch

So, all he says as he puts down his radio cane sharply with a soft ‘thwonk’ of the bottom of the thin base, red eyes already ticking with the black pair of hands and red sclera fading to a pitch black. His own following threat that he is ready to throw you around like a ragdoll and have you begging for mercy under him

He is done being lenient, trying to ignore you, waiting for you to get off his case. You’re getting off his case now

more photos under the cut

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alternate ver.

For the @lapidot-angst-week day 3 “heartbroken”

Drew this for a fanart contest. Do you guys play Food Fantasy? 

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