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“Ooohh ow you wound me~” he said holding a cyan clawed hand over his chest. Feigning dramatically being stabbed. A wide cyan grin split his face. He’d have to try hard than that to get into Vox’s circuits.

The tv overlord looked around. There was potential he supposed. Not something he’d want to handle. He preferred to keep moving forward with project after project. Innovation after innovation. However Alastor did like to always take his time. Never in a hurry.

That’s why he was working this shit box wasn’t it. While Vox had cyan claws slowly closing around the city.

Motivation unshared, Vox could think whatever he wanted in terms of why Alastor was doing what he was doing with the hotel. Not even anyone in the hotel had the foggiest of clues, aside from what he'd initially informed Charlie of when he'd first arrived. All for the sake of entertainment, really. And so he would go on carrying that lie.

"I've my reasons for wanting to keep a relative low profile when it comes to using the hotel for my own needs," Alastor replied. "Beyond the need to avoid chastising by the Morningstars, it better serves me to ensure that it is operational and remains as such." Despite his prickly relationship with Lucifer, it was not in Alastor's immediate interest to infuriate the man so much that he began to circumvent Alastor's Deal maker.

Vox waved his hand dismissively “keep your secrets~ I didn’t expect you to tell me anything anyhow.” He cocked a wry smile filled with sharp cyan teeth. Red eyes narrowed staring at the radio demon.

“I still find it amusing you are running under their hands in such a manner. You used to be such a free and wild beast.” He recalled. A cyan, pointed claw tapped against the edge of his screen in thought. It was curious. He was very interested to know why it shifted.

“Oh please. I know, I know.” He said waving his hand dismissively looking agitated by that. “I know better than that.” He sighed. As tempting as it was, he couldn’t very well do it in front of Alastor, now could he?

The tv over lord shifted his screened head in a tilt to the side as they entered. He looked around curiously. This was what was occupying Alastor? It didn’t seem that special.

Red eyes narrowed at Husk behind the bar, not in malice but in confusion. Wasn’t that an exoverlord? That seemed a little amusing to him, his smile breaking out into a wide toothy grin.

“What? I can’t have interest in an old friends latest endeavor?” He smirked. His hands in his pockets “honestly? Curious really.” He shrugged

Well - beauty in the eye of the beholder and all that. Alastor did not think the place to be very special either, but to openly admit that would be to give away more of his own secrets for free and he was not interested in doing so.

"That is a tall order when I have a hard time believing that you and I were ever anything significant," Alastor snipped in turn. He would not go so far as to call them friends (even if that is what they were) in mixed company. He still had his own ego and pride to care for at the end of the day.

With a roll of his eyes, Alastor began to stride away from the parlor and towards the halls - not bothering to take Vox through every single room, but at least giving him a taste of what they were working with.

“Ooohh ow you wound me~” he said holding a cyan clawed hand over his chest. Feigning dramatically being stabbed. A wide cyan grin split his face. He’d have to try hard than that to get into Vox’s circuits.

The tv overlord looked around. There was potential he supposed. Not something he’d want to handle. He preferred to keep moving forward with project after project. Innovation after innovation. However Alastor did like to always take his time. Never in a hurry.

That’s why he was working this shit box wasn’t it. While Vox had cyan claws slowly closing around the city.

Vox chuckled “yes but their higharchy holds all the pieces. Here it’s easier for any one to grab land” he dug his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders.

He looked at Alastor “oh please. I didn’t say king of hell. Just of my little corner of territory.”

Easier. Not quite, but he would not belabor the point, particularly as they began to crest over the hill and to the walkway up to the hotel itself.

"I'll ask that you fight the urge to leave any of your surveillance tools in and around the hotel. Some of the patrons may not appreciate the observance."

Alastor was talking about himself. He would not appreciate it.

In through the front door they went - though the hotel itself seemed particularly empty on this day, Husk having chosen to nurse a bottle of something or other as he gave them an eye from the bar, but otherwise did not seem to acknowledge their presence whatsoever.

"So what, exactly are you hoping to discover about our little operation here?" He asked Vox, head tilting towards the other overlord. He wasn't about to drag him through every nook and cranny to go through the finer details of the hotel's secrets. But a general overview was fine.

“Oh please. I know, I know.” He said waving his hand dismissively looking agitated by that. “I know better than that.” He sighed. As tempting as it was, he couldn’t very well do it in front of Alastor, now could he?

The tv over lord shifted his screened head in a tilt to the side as they entered. He looked around curiously. This was what was occupying Alastor? It didn’t seem that special.

Red eyes narrowed at Husk behind the bar, not in malice but in confusion. Wasn’t that an exoverlord? That seemed a little amusing to him, his smile breaking out into a wide toothy grin.

“What? I can’t have interest in an old friends latest endeavor?” He smirked. His hands in his pockets “honestly? Curious really.” He shrugged

“Hell no” he laughed loudly. “Where’s the fun in being good. I hear you can’t even drink up there.”

He shook his head trailing after the radio demon. “Besides you can control and manipulate people up there.” He hummed, “so where’s the fun in that? I like being a king in my own kingdom. I don’t think they’d like that much up there.”

"Oh, I'm certain Heaven has its own particular brand of control and manipulation. Have you ever met an angel?" If Adam was anything but a terrible example, Alastor held no hope for the other side, so to speak, being truly any better than Hell itself. They were just less obvious about it.

Well. All except in Adam's case specifically. Adam was very obvious about it.

But Alastor did not need to delve so deeply into his own distaste for the exorcist leader.

Vox chuckled “yes but their higharchy holds all the pieces. Here it’s easier for any one to grab land” he dug his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders.

He looked at Alastor “oh please. I didn’t say king of hell. Just of my little corner of territory.”

Val rolled his eyes as he tried to conceal his temper

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“My what’s got you all in a tizzy now?” Vox asked curiously casting the moth half a glance before going back to texting on his phone, sipping his coffee.

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“Hello there sweet heart” He smiles brightly at her “how did it go? Well I hope!” He sat back in his chair lacing his fingers together

He pressed forwards crushing his mouth to hers. His hand sliding up the small of her back. “Mm~” he groaned softly.

“That is my expert opinion. Things are never black and white with you.” He said flashing a cyan smirk his way.

He shrugged hands digging into his pockets as he walked side by side. It felt weird not being at each others throats for once. Alastor seemed to actually want to show him what he was working on; he had been curious. He couldn’t lie.

He had only ever been civil! Really, maintaining control in the face of Vox's more volatile mannerisms and attitude was one of the better, more interesting parts of their interactions. He would not lie.

Vox was still just as fun as he had always been.

"You're not even the slightest bit curious about what it's like up there with the Holy choirs?" He asked, turning his own gaze upwards to the sphere-like portal that indicated the presence of Heaven, its stark-white coloration a clear contrast against the deep red that surrounded it.

Alastor, too, did not consider himself to be a candidate, nor an interested party in being redeemed. He had his own plans; his own goals and desires and none of them included being allowed entry through the gates.

No, he was just fine down here.

“Hell no” he laughed loudly. “Where’s the fun in being good. I hear you can’t even drink up there.”

He shook his head trailing after the radio demon. “Besides you can control and manipulate people up there.” He hummed, “so where’s the fun in that? I like being a king in my own kingdom. I don’t think they’d like that much up there.”

Send my muse “What would you do if...” scenarios.

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