𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

front seat princess

Alastor felt nervous, but he'd never let Hell see that. He stood on a street corner under a low light lamp. It was nearly midnight as he pulled a golden pocket watch out, swiftly clicking it open and shutting it a second later. There were very few sinners wandering the filthy streets but the ones that wanted to live slightly longer cleared a wide berth of the feared Radio Demon., most moving to the complete other side of the small two lane road.

The Overlord didn't come to this side of Pentagram City very often, finding no need since it was a good distance from the Cannibal Colony and on the other side of town from the Hotel. Not to mention his closest radio tower was a few miles away, just barely out of range.

Keeping his permanent smile, choosing every now and then to glare at some sinner trying to move by quickly only to burst into a full sprint once contact was made with his glowing magenta eyes. He held tightly to his staff and casually placed a gloved hand into his pocket, ignoring the watch, though he wished to check it again, and letting it rest on the invitation he had received earlier that day.

He sighed through clenched fangs, thumping his claws across the shaft of his staff, for once not feeling the want, or need, to fill the droll silence as he felt himself becoming more and more inpatient. The letter had said midnight; corner of Manson and 2nd and of course, no signature. Alastor glanced up at the street sign to make sure he was actually at the right place, doubtful that he had made a simple mistake as that when a lone vehicle turned the corner two blocks up the road, headlights bright nearly blinding the sinner. Raising his pocketed hand to shield his eyes the car approached and slowed to a halt in front of the imposing demon.

Once the car stopped and the lights were no longer suppressing his view Alastor was able to drop his hand and see the magnificent machinery displayed before him. Alastor had made a habit of disliking most inventions created after the 1930s but this did not stop him from appreciating new automobile models that were released on Earth and quickly copied down in Hell.

He recognized the model very well, at least he recognized the copy even with its gleaming white paint job. It was a Rolls-Royce Phantom IV. Only eighteen being known to exist on Earth and as far as he knew they were all owned by the British Royal family and other state officials. It had to be said that whoever owned this vehicle was exceedingly well off and a clear indulgence for vintage cars.

Alastor was honestly distracted tracing his eyes over the car, eyes wide and staff close to slipping out of his grasp when the window rolled down revealing the only demon that could possess such a marvelous machine.

"Alastor," Lucifer's sultry voice came from within, "glad to see that you received my request." The King of Pride's toothy grin beamed over; Alastor a little surprised. Again, he made sure those emotions never showed though.

He closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly, smile ever present. "Your Highness, I did not expect this invitation to be from you." Alastor pulled out the tiny slip of paper. "Excuse my candor but this does not seem as if it came from the hands of a royal."

Lucifer chortled, leaning out the window to better see the deer and resting his elbow on the car door. He was not wearing his usual royal attire, rather just a fairly plain white button up. The only distinguishing feature being the golden cufflinks that glimmered in the lamp light. A curled serpent embossed on the pins. Of course. Though Alastor couldn't complain seeing as his own cufflinks were adorned with a deer skull.

"Flaunting and flashyness is not everything. Sometimes subtlety is required." Alastor tightened his smirk and darted his eyes down the now empty street. He returned the paper to his pocket and settled his staff in front of him, placing both hands near the speaker and leaning down to be in view of Lucifer's piercing gaze. The slit pupils connecting with Alastors and not breaking contact.