#sassboosted

I bet he cheated

   to some degree he could walk in anywhere without as much of a glance to whom may be planning to pounce on him. whoever tried almost always ended up with their body freezing in mid air and twisting beyond recognition prior to becoming a pile of sad meat and broken bones on the floor, and the shadows would find themselves taking refuge along the walls once more in pursue of their crimson clad master. unfortunately, he didn’t need to exercise the practice on any of the denizens he came face to face with today as he stepped off his limousine and entered the studio of his infamous rival.

    giving a curt nod to the gentleman who anxiously held the door for him Alastor struck the ground with the end of his sceptre to examine the building’s vibrations until ah, there it was ; the television’s recording booth. to be frank, once his sensors picked up on brand new technology he just followed the trail. the workers present and having taken notice of his presence were clever to slink back into their offices and shut the door, closing the blinds and peeking between them. when he paused at the middle of the hall and had his head snap unnaturally to face a spectator, he could only laugh at the muffled stumbling footsteps and crash of filing cabinets until continuing on.

    upon entering the recording booth his gaze quickly fell on unfamiliar gadgets. examining them with absolute curiosity and restraint from meddling with any dials and switches that may cause loss of progress or damage. despite his distaste towards the music and its living personification he still had some manners. the room was rather dark as well, not that he couldn’t see within the darkness in fact he had perfect vision but patience seemed to be the best course of action. so he sat down and waited.

    when Vox Populi would come he would find the Radio Demon sitting on his chair with one leg over the other, a tea saucer in one hand and tea cup held with the other. how the tyrant got his cup of tea is unknown to the employees outside as they’ve never seen the Radio Demon leave the booth since he entered. but the tea was nice and much needed to get the day started. Alastor with his wide smile greeted the dubstep composer. ❛ lovely morning wouldn’t you say, populi? ❜

“It's best to take care As some of us know You are what you wear” 

“Very well, Vox... And I understand your reasoning, eye for an eye... At least the both of you didn’t end up killing each other, Miss Charlie wouldn’t like that outcome.” Don tilted his head to the right, accepting Vox’s reply.

"I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You seemed a little worse for wear after your tiff with..." There's a brief haunted look in her eyes, a look so commonly seen in the traumatized eyes of the deer’s victim. As quick as it appears it’s gone. She can’t let on to how terrified she is. "Al."

Eyes heavy with exhaustion and trauma, she walks with the other. “A walk,” she said quietly. Already she felt tears threaten and she sighed heavily as they walked.

“A.....a demon tipped him off.” She held her arms, one particularly bruised from the demon’s hold.

    crimson oculars grow wide prior to squinting at the despised silhouette of a rectangle headed oaf invading his peripheral vision. body shifts amongst the crowd that are engrossed over dancing couples and the twinkling crystals of the diamond chandelier above the dance floor. to think that such a high class event ; one that would honour his presence would also dishonour it with inviting the uninvited. HELL is still very well aware of his detestation towards the ever persistent Vox Populi, were they not? perhaps the denizens wanted a showdown and if so, they may just get it. 

    but for the moment the Radio Demon allows the approach and refrains from reaching out with his shadows and snapping the worm into two, not that doing so would do anything but the thought did amuse him. the crowd around them tensed and took cautious steps back. even as they stood side by side and the crimson clad demon finally chanced a glance at the other, the space where they stood had an air of unimaginable tension that could explode at any moment. the tv was looked up and down until eyes fell on their rival’s dress shoes stepping on embroidered taffeta and lace. long digits reach out to grab the side of a gathered coat train before tugging it lose from the unwanted guest’s shoe. Alastor scoffed, downing his glass of alcohol down before finally speaking as he pointed with his empty wine glass and an extended finger at his adversary. ❛ fuck you. ❜

“You don’t--oh my Heaven.” She slaps a hand to her face in embarrassment. “I’m....geez. I’m really bad at this friend thing, huh?”

She blushes in embarrassment. “I’m trying to be nice, but I’m just....rubbing in what Hell took from you.”