Valentino~💖🦋

//I'm sure it has come up already in RPs, but I have never talked about it before, but I see my Lilith as a huuuge animal lover.

And that is a trait that carried over from Eden. Since it was Paradise, there was no hunger, so the animals did not fight between each other and were all friends in a really utopic way. I think Lilith deeply inside sees all animals like they are still this way (in a subconscious way, I mean).

So, every time she sees a new animal she has the real urge to pet it and give it cuddles. And, at least until now, the animal trusts her in return :]

Send Lore Drop! And I will talk about lore or a head canon regarding my muse.

@valentinomothdaddy

As he left Zestial's mansion, Alastor decided to take a stroll around to admire the damage his fight with Valentino had caused to that territory.

He had not interest in the moth demon. To him, that insect held no value, even though his recent rise to power was quite entertaining to witness.

He believed Valentino lacked class, preferring lewd activities and gross mingling to an actual, worthy performance.

Alastor took his time, trying to picture the fight from remaining debris and how skittish Sinners acted. Impressive!

Valentino lit a cigarette, beginning to walk around the radio demon, but giving him a wide berth. “One of my souls says you’re still hanging around Vox.” He rolled his eyes. “I thought you found him pathetic, especially after the whole taking over heaven incident. And now, you take interest. Why?” He blew smoke in his general direction.

Pointing at a derelict building with his cane, he added: "As for you, I see you enjoy taking down elder monuments for glory! What a distasteful way to grow power. But then again, you are a man of distinctly tacky preferences."

He considered the large, pink tiger guarding the moth demon. Would Vox mind this beast getting hurt? Probably, since he did not want Valentino harmed, and masters were instrinsinctly bonded to their pets.

"I see you came with a guard dog! Did my strolling through worry you that much? I would be flattered, coming from a stronger Overlord!"

Of course he didn’t want to give Vox up. He was doing this for him, but also for himself. He needed to prove he wasn’t a pushover, that he could be better than Alastor. Than the fucking monster he was.

Cupid growled, but Valentino reached down to pet her before she could move. “Honestly I didn’t know you were around, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about you anymore. I’ve got the power equal to five overlords now, and then some even! You don’t scare me anymore, Al. Not even a little bit.”

He stood straight, both hands in his back with his cane, letting Valentino appraise him without batting an eyelid.

"You did do quite a number on Zestial, ah! That poor spider needs a good shed... and his territory, too! Although, I am pleased to see you have not turned it into a lewd red district yet."

He eyed the tiger. What a majestic creature...

"Are you done 'not giving less of a fuck about me anymore', dear little insect? I would rather not be late to my next rendez-vous. I think we will be watching, what was it... Stormy Weather? Testing out some cocktails and, of course, dancing!"

Even though he doesn't move, his voice can't help but betray excitement in the last sentence.

He flicked away the cigarette that had burned down to ashes, watching it hit the cobblestone street and flicker out. “I’m not making you late, you’re choosing to stay and talk to me.” He shrugged. “That’s not my choice. Then again, it’s not like you to give me one.”

He looked over at Cupid, seeing her circle Alastor to get behind him. He shook his head. Not yet. She grunted but backed down, moving to stand beside Val again.

He sharply turned on his heels to advance on Valentino, tapping his chest lightly with the foot of his cane.

"I rose myself from nothing, all by myself, with my own two black hands. I have my own studio, my own places and items, my own money!"

He stabbed his cane down into the ground. "Vox was the one lacking, and now he stands at my level. He was the one who needed to gather power and materialistic goods, enough for us both to never depend on the other."

His grin turned cruel. "However you... are projecting. All those things you used him for, suddenly out of reach... so you steal them from others instead, aha ah!"

His red eyes glowed with malice. "He indulged you with the wealth and power he had, and you didn't, while I rejected him over his lack of means. You bent over to soothe his annoyance, while I kicked him in the lower regions for grazing my shoulder. Stop - comparing - me - to - yourself, you revolting insect!"

He tapped the ground with his cane to emphasize each words.

"I would slit my stomach open and hang myself with my own entrails rather than act like a common whore for a white man, Valentino. I would pull my beating heart out through my vocal chords before I become his lackey."

He puts a hand on his cocked hip, the other resting on his cane on the side.

He circled Alastor slowly, predatory and deliberate, his grin widening as he prepared to sink his fangs in deeper. "And speaking of whores, since you're so offended by the comparison, let's talk about tu mamá, hmm? Because from where I'm standing, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. She must have been real good on her back to pop out something as uppity as you. Did she teach you all those big words while she was spreading her legs for pennies? Or did you learn to talk fancy after you realized you couldn't sell what she did? At least I'm honest about what I am, querido. You? You're just a whore in denial, dressed up in a red suit, pretending your pride makes you different."

"Can you ever stop mistaking your story for mine, mariposita? It does rather seem like I learned from my darling mother how to rise, the way you learned from yours how to lay on your back, ah!"

He twirled his cane pedantically, wondering why the moth was not attacking. Only threats and insults, how odd... Was Valentino minding Vox's feelings, too? Or was Alastor actually the one projecting now?

He scrutinized the other's attitude, tense and eager for a fight. No, the man wanted to pounce... but wasn't. Why?

Did he have a deal with Vox not to attack Alastor? The TV head was very capable of making this kind of silly demands. In which case, Alastor was not going to attack first.

Smirking, he magicked his staff away and stuck both hands behind his back, starting his own lazy stride in counterpart to Valentino's circling. His expression had smoothened into pleasant neutrality.

"I do not particularly wish to harm you," he pointed out casually, observing how Valentino and his tigers moved around him, and together. "You will not be Vox's first nor last lover, neither his worst choice, given his taste in men, ah aha aha ha ah! Insects are short-lived in my experience; mostly annoying little pests!"

Actually, he could simply ask Niffty to get rid of Valentino —ah, but Vox would act stupidly, annoyingly sad, then. Why couldn't Valentino just... die?

"Besides, punching someone is hardly a way to prove control over one's temper. Proper wording, dear! Learn it!"

In one swift motion he pounces, claws at the ready, aiming for Valentino's face.

He laughed.

A breathless, almost hysterical sound that cut through the tension like broken glass. "There it is," Valentino gasped out, his grin returning but shakier now, more manic. "There's the real you, mi amor. Not the sophisticated gentleman with his fancy clothing and his—" He gestured wildly at where Alastor's claws hovered, so close Valentino could feel the displaced air against his skin. "-his proper wording. Just another animal who stops short when it matters."

He tilted his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat, his expression twisting into something cruel and pitying. "You can't do it, can you? All that talk about pulling hearts through vocal cords, about hanging yourself with your own entrails before you'd be like me—" Valentino's voice dropped to a venomous whisper, his eyes locked on Alastor's. "But when it comes down to it, you're just another coward playing pretend. Vox was right about you. All bark, no bite. Just a scared little boy who learned to smile so nobody would see him shaking."

Alastor's smirk turned feral, and he jumped back with grace.

"You can't hurt me, can you, bug?"

Beautiful. This would be so much more interesting than a mere fight. He straightened up, invocking his staff again, to press both palms onto its top.

"I do find quite telling that every assumption you make about me tells so much about yourself, rather! Did you truly feel like Vox's pet? I feel like his God. He worships even the air I breathe!"

His smirked as his shadows swirled around the three of them.

Then, he stroke, grabbing Cupid easily in the snare of his shadow tendrils and pulling her high up in the air. Sinners had powers. This was just a tiger, quite a simple catch.

As he fully restricted the animal's movements, aside from its snout, his smile turned cruel.

“I was never his pet and I never felt that way. I was his partner. I got tired of trying to compete with you.” His wings flexed as he saw the shadows move.

Saw them wrap around Cupid.

“Cupid!” He watched her get lifted up, high into the air with no way to defend herself, to get away.

She’ll die. She’ll die and she won’t come back.

“Really, Al? Going after someone’s pet? Low blow, even for you.” He clearly wanted to jump up and save her, but what could he do? Alastor could be testing him again, could throw her across all of hell if he wanted. He needed to be careful. “Put her down.”

"Put her down? What a callous thing to say! As you wish, then!"

Alastor's shadows engulfed the tiger as he snapped his fingers. When the tendrils receeded, Cupid had completely disappeared.

No, Alastor wouldn’t have killed her. There was no blood, no body. She had to be stored somewhere. She was scared, but not dead. He couldn’t believe she was gone.

He clenched his fists, snarling. Rosie said he couldn’t strike first. She said nothing about grabbing him, touching him even. As long as if didn’t cause pain…

He lunged at him fast, all four hands reaching out to grab Alastor by his suit, yanking him close as aggressively as he could, his face inches from the radio demon’s.

He lightly bumped the bug on the top of the head with his staff.

His eyes widened.

Technically speaking, it hurt just a smidge, and technically speaking that was a strike. Just enough to matter.

“You fed my pet to a fucking gator?!” He yelled. He was only slightly positive Cupid was alive, but he really didn’t know with Alastor. He wanted to hope she was okay. “You’ll regret that, Venison.”

@valentinomothdaddy

As he left Zestial's mansion, Alastor decided to take a stroll around to admire the damage his fight with Valentino had caused to that territory.

He had not interest in the moth demon. To him, that insect held no value, even though his recent rise to power was quite entertaining to witness.

He believed Valentino lacked class, preferring lewd activities and gross mingling to an actual, worthy performance.

Alastor took his time, trying to picture the fight from remaining debris and how skittish Sinners acted. Impressive!

Valentino lit a cigarette, beginning to walk around the radio demon, but giving him a wide berth. “One of my souls says you’re still hanging around Vox.” He rolled his eyes. “I thought you found him pathetic, especially after the whole taking over heaven incident. And now, you take interest. Why?” He blew smoke in his general direction.

Pointing at a derelict building with his cane, he added: "As for you, I see you enjoy taking down elder monuments for glory! What a distasteful way to grow power. But then again, you are a man of distinctly tacky preferences."

He considered the large, pink tiger guarding the moth demon. Would Vox mind this beast getting hurt? Probably, since he did not want Valentino harmed, and masters were instrinsinctly bonded to their pets.

"I see you came with a guard dog! Did my strolling through worry you that much? I would be flattered, coming from a stronger Overlord!"

Of course he didn’t want to give Vox up. He was doing this for him, but also for himself. He needed to prove he wasn’t a pushover, that he could be better than Alastor. Than the fucking monster he was.

Cupid growled, but Valentino reached down to pet her before she could move. “Honestly I didn’t know you were around, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about you anymore. I’ve got the power equal to five overlords now, and then some even! You don’t scare me anymore, Al. Not even a little bit.”

He stood straight, both hands in his back with his cane, letting Valentino appraise him without batting an eyelid.

"You did do quite a number on Zestial, ah! That poor spider needs a good shed... and his territory, too! Although, I am pleased to see you have not turned it into a lewd red district yet."

He eyed the tiger. What a majestic creature...

"Are you done 'not giving less of a fuck about me anymore', dear little insect? I would rather not be late to my next rendez-vous. I think we will be watching, what was it... Stormy Weather? Testing out some cocktails and, of course, dancing!"

Even though he doesn't move, his voice can't help but betray excitement in the last sentence.

He flicked away the cigarette that had burned down to ashes, watching it hit the cobblestone street and flicker out. “I’m not making you late, you’re choosing to stay and talk to me.” He shrugged. “That’s not my choice. Then again, it’s not like you to give me one.”

He looked over at Cupid, seeing her circle Alastor to get behind him. He shook his head. Not yet. She grunted but backed down, moving to stand beside Val again.

He sharply turned on his heels to advance on Valentino, tapping his chest lightly with the foot of his cane.

"I rose myself from nothing, all by myself, with my own two black hands. I have my own studio, my own places and items, my own money!"

He stabbed his cane down into the ground. "Vox was the one lacking, and now he stands at my level. He was the one who needed to gather power and materialistic goods, enough for us both to never depend on the other."

His grin turned cruel. "However you... are projecting. All those things you used him for, suddenly out of reach... so you steal them from others instead, aha ah!"

His red eyes glowed with malice. "He indulged you with the wealth and power he had, and you didn't, while I rejected him over his lack of means. You bent over to soothe his annoyance, while I kicked him in the lower regions for grazing my shoulder. Stop - comparing - me - to - yourself, you revolting insect!"

He tapped the ground with his cane to emphasize each words.

"I would slit my stomach open and hang myself with my own entrails rather than act like a common whore for a white man, Valentino. I would pull my beating heart out through my vocal chords before I become his lackey."

He puts a hand on his cocked hip, the other resting on his cane on the side.

He circled Alastor slowly, predatory and deliberate, his grin widening as he prepared to sink his fangs in deeper. "And speaking of whores, since you're so offended by the comparison, let's talk about tu mamá, hmm? Because from where I'm standing, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. She must have been real good on her back to pop out something as uppity as you. Did she teach you all those big words while she was spreading her legs for pennies? Or did you learn to talk fancy after you realized you couldn't sell what she did? At least I'm honest about what I am, querido. You? You're just a whore in denial, dressed up in a red suit, pretending your pride makes you different."

"Can you ever stop mistaking your story for mine, mariposita? It does rather seem like I learned from my darling mother how to rise, the way you learned from yours how to lay on your back, ah!"

He twirled his cane pedantically, wondering why the moth was not attacking. Only threats and insults, how odd... Was Valentino minding Vox's feelings, too? Or was Alastor actually the one projecting now?

He scrutinized the other's attitude, tense and eager for a fight. No, the man wanted to pounce... but wasn't. Why?

Did he have a deal with Vox not to attack Alastor? The TV head was very capable of making this kind of silly demands. In which case, Alastor was not going to attack first.

Smirking, he magicked his staff away and stuck both hands behind his back, starting his own lazy stride in counterpart to Valentino's circling. His expression had smoothened into pleasant neutrality.

"I do not particularly wish to harm you," he pointed out casually, observing how Valentino and his tigers moved around him, and together. "You will not be Vox's first nor last lover, neither his worst choice, given his taste in men, ah aha aha ha ah! Insects are short-lived in my experience; mostly annoying little pests!"

Actually, he could simply ask Niffty to get rid of Valentino —ah, but Vox would act stupidly, annoyingly sad, then. Why couldn't Valentino just... die?

"Besides, punching someone is hardly a way to prove control over one's temper. Proper wording, dear! Learn it!"

In one swift motion he pounces, claws at the ready, aiming for Valentino's face.

He laughed.

A breathless, almost hysterical sound that cut through the tension like broken glass. "There it is," Valentino gasped out, his grin returning but shakier now, more manic. "There's the real you, mi amor. Not the sophisticated gentleman with his fancy clothing and his—" He gestured wildly at where Alastor's claws hovered, so close Valentino could feel the displaced air against his skin. "-his proper wording. Just another animal who stops short when it matters."

He tilted his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat, his expression twisting into something cruel and pitying. "You can't do it, can you? All that talk about pulling hearts through vocal cords, about hanging yourself with your own entrails before you'd be like me—" Valentino's voice dropped to a venomous whisper, his eyes locked on Alastor's. "But when it comes down to it, you're just another coward playing pretend. Vox was right about you. All bark, no bite. Just a scared little boy who learned to smile so nobody would see him shaking."

Alastor's smirk turned feral, and he jumped back with grace.

"You can't hurt me, can you, bug?"

Beautiful. This would be so much more interesting than a mere fight. He straightened up, invocking his staff again, to press both palms onto its top.

"I do find quite telling that every assumption you make about me tells so much about yourself, rather! Did you truly feel like Vox's pet? I feel like his God. He worships even the air I breathe!"

His smirked as his shadows swirled around the three of them.

Then, he stroke, grabbing Cupid easily in the snare of his shadow tendrils and pulling her high up in the air. Sinners had powers. This was just a tiger, quite a simple catch.

As he fully restricted the animal's movements, aside from its snout, his smile turned cruel.

“I was never his pet and I never felt that way. I was his partner. I got tired of trying to compete with you.” His wings flexed as he saw the shadows move.

Saw them wrap around Cupid.

“Cupid!” He watched her get lifted up, high into the air with no way to defend herself, to get away.

She’ll die. She’ll die and she won’t come back.

“Really, Al? Going after someone’s pet? Low blow, even for you.” He clearly wanted to jump up and save her, but what could he do? Alastor could be testing him again, could throw her across all of hell if he wanted. He needed to be careful. “Put her down.”

"Put her down? What a callous thing to say! As you wish, then!"

Alastor's shadows engulfed the tiger as he snapped his fingers. When the tendrils receeded, Cupid had completely disappeared.

No, Alastor wouldn’t have killed her. There was no blood, no body. She had to be stored somewhere. She was scared, but not dead. He couldn’t believe she was gone.

He clenched his fists, snarling. Rosie said he couldn’t strike first. She said nothing about grabbing him, touching him even. As long as if didn’t cause pain…

He lunged at him fast, all four hands reaching out to grab Alastor by his suit, yanking him close as aggressively as he could, his face inches from the radio demon’s.

@valentinomothdaddy

As he left Zestial's mansion, Alastor decided to take a stroll around to admire the damage his fight with Valentino had caused to that territory.

He had not interest in the moth demon. To him, that insect held no value, even though his recent rise to power was quite entertaining to witness.

He believed Valentino lacked class, preferring lewd activities and gross mingling to an actual, worthy performance.

Alastor took his time, trying to picture the fight from remaining debris and how skittish Sinners acted. Impressive!

Valentino lit a cigarette, beginning to walk around the radio demon, but giving him a wide berth. “One of my souls says you’re still hanging around Vox.” He rolled his eyes. “I thought you found him pathetic, especially after the whole taking over heaven incident. And now, you take interest. Why?” He blew smoke in his general direction.

Pointing at a derelict building with his cane, he added: "As for you, I see you enjoy taking down elder monuments for glory! What a distasteful way to grow power. But then again, you are a man of distinctly tacky preferences."

He considered the large, pink tiger guarding the moth demon. Would Vox mind this beast getting hurt? Probably, since he did not want Valentino harmed, and masters were instrinsinctly bonded to their pets.

"I see you came with a guard dog! Did my strolling through worry you that much? I would be flattered, coming from a stronger Overlord!"

Of course he didn’t want to give Vox up. He was doing this for him, but also for himself. He needed to prove he wasn’t a pushover, that he could be better than Alastor. Than the fucking monster he was.

Cupid growled, but Valentino reached down to pet her before she could move. “Honestly I didn’t know you were around, I couldn’t give less of a fuck about you anymore. I’ve got the power equal to five overlords now, and then some even! You don’t scare me anymore, Al. Not even a little bit.”

He stood straight, both hands in his back with his cane, letting Valentino appraise him without batting an eyelid.

"You did do quite a number on Zestial, ah! That poor spider needs a good shed... and his territory, too! Although, I am pleased to see you have not turned it into a lewd red district yet."

He eyed the tiger. What a majestic creature...

"Are you done 'not giving less of a fuck about me anymore', dear little insect? I would rather not be late to my next rendez-vous. I think we will be watching, what was it... Stormy Weather? Testing out some cocktails and, of course, dancing!"

Even though he doesn't move, his voice can't help but betray excitement in the last sentence.

He flicked away the cigarette that had burned down to ashes, watching it hit the cobblestone street and flicker out. “I’m not making you late, you’re choosing to stay and talk to me.” He shrugged. “That’s not my choice. Then again, it’s not like you to give me one.”

He looked over at Cupid, seeing her circle Alastor to get behind him. He shook his head. Not yet. She grunted but backed down, moving to stand beside Val again.

He sharply turned on his heels to advance on Valentino, tapping his chest lightly with the foot of his cane.

"I rose myself from nothing, all by myself, with my own two black hands. I have my own studio, my own places and items, my own money!"

He stabbed his cane down into the ground. "Vox was the one lacking, and now he stands at my level. He was the one who needed to gather power and materialistic goods, enough for us both to never depend on the other."

His grin turned cruel. "However you... are projecting. All those things you used him for, suddenly out of reach... so you steal them from others instead, aha ah!"

His red eyes glowed with malice. "He indulged you with the wealth and power he had, and you didn't, while I rejected him over his lack of means. You bent over to soothe his annoyance, while I kicked him in the lower regions for grazing my shoulder. Stop - comparing - me - to - yourself, you revolting insect!"

He tapped the ground with his cane to emphasize each words.

"I would slit my stomach open and hang myself with my own entrails rather than act like a common whore for a white man, Valentino. I would pull my beating heart out through my vocal chords before I become his lackey."

He puts a hand on his cocked hip, the other resting on his cane on the side.

He circled Alastor slowly, predatory and deliberate, his grin widening as he prepared to sink his fangs in deeper. "And speaking of whores, since you're so offended by the comparison, let's talk about tu mamá, hmm? Because from where I'm standing, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. She must have been real good on her back to pop out something as uppity as you. Did she teach you all those big words while she was spreading her legs for pennies? Or did you learn to talk fancy after you realized you couldn't sell what she did? At least I'm honest about what I am, querido. You? You're just a whore in denial, dressed up in a red suit, pretending your pride makes you different."

"Can you ever stop mistaking your story for mine, mariposita? It does rather seem like I learned from my darling mother how to rise, the way you learned from yours how to lay on your back, ah!"

He twirled his cane pedantically, wondering why the moth was not attacking. Only threats and insults, how odd... Was Valentino minding Vox's feelings, too? Or was Alastor actually the one projecting now?

He scrutinized the other's attitude, tense and eager for a fight. No, the man wanted to pounce... but wasn't. Why?

Did he have a deal with Vox not to attack Alastor? The TV head was very capable of making this kind of silly demands. In which case, Alastor was not going to attack first.

Smirking, he magicked his staff away and stuck both hands behind his back, starting his own lazy stride in counterpart to Valentino's circling. His expression had smoothened into pleasant neutrality.

"I do not particularly wish to harm you," he pointed out casually, observing how Valentino and his tigers moved around him, and together. "You will not be Vox's first nor last lover, neither his worst choice, given his taste in men, ah aha aha ha ah! Insects are short-lived in my experience; mostly annoying little pests!"

Actually, he could simply ask Niffty to get rid of Valentino —ah, but Vox would act stupidly, annoyingly sad, then. Why couldn't Valentino just... die?

"Besides, punching someone is hardly a way to prove control over one's temper. Proper wording, dear! Learn it!"

In one swift motion he pounces, claws at the ready, aiming for Valentino's face.

He laughed.

A breathless, almost hysterical sound that cut through the tension like broken glass. "There it is," Valentino gasped out, his grin returning but shakier now, more manic. "There's the real you, mi amor. Not the sophisticated gentleman with his fancy clothing and his—" He gestured wildly at where Alastor's claws hovered, so close Valentino could feel the displaced air against his skin. "-his proper wording. Just another animal who stops short when it matters."

He tilted his head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat, his expression twisting into something cruel and pitying. "You can't do it, can you? All that talk about pulling hearts through vocal cords, about hanging yourself with your own entrails before you'd be like me—" Valentino's voice dropped to a venomous whisper, his eyes locked on Alastor's. "But when it comes down to it, you're just another coward playing pretend. Vox was right about you. All bark, no bite. Just a scared little boy who learned to smile so nobody would see him shaking."

Alastor's smirk turned feral, and he jumped back with grace.

"You can't hurt me, can you, bug?"

Beautiful. This would be so much more interesting than a mere fight. He straightened up, invocking his staff again, to press both palms onto its top.

"I do find quite telling that every assumption you make about me tells so much about yourself, rather! Did you truly feel like Vox's pet? I feel like his God. He worships even the air I breathe!"

His smirked as his shadows swirled around the three of them.

Then, he stroke, grabbing Cupid easily in the snare of his shadow tendrils and pulling her high up in the air. Sinners had powers. This was just a tiger, quite a simple catch.

As he fully restricted the animal's movements, aside from its snout, his smile turned cruel.

“I was never his pet and I never felt that way. I was his partner. I got tired of trying to compete with you.” His wings flexed as he saw the shadows move.

Saw them wrap around Cupid.

“Cupid!” He watched her get lifted up, high into the air with no way to defend herself, to get away.

She’ll die. She’ll die and she won’t come back.

“Really, Al? Going after someone’s pet? Low blow, even for you.” He clearly wanted to jump up and save her, but what could he do? Alastor could be testing him again, could throw her across all of hell if he wanted. He needed to be careful. “Put her down.”