Confusing creature [Zestial Morde X OC]

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Zestial sat at his table, the sun rising in hell as his looks out the window. Over looking his garden and smiling contently as his flowers bloom from the sunlight. His conjugation makes a cup of tea form out of thin air. He takes a prolonged sip of his drink and exhales through his nose. A satisfied smile forming on his lips.

Until someone clears their throat obnoxiously. He sighed and looked back at his college, a smaller new overlord Velvette.
"Pay attention old man"
He just smiles and taps his fingertips together, waiting for her to continue.
"Carmilla is losing most of her weapon stock partnering with the hotel, alastor is sure to be deceased or injured, and the other clearly don't understand what they're doing"
She hops onto the table, her legs crossed and her hand flipping her hair in the air.
"We stage make a coup, divy up hell between you and I."

Zestial looks down at her extended hand thoughtfully. Then between her entourage, 2 models sat at her side. One with gils and a short red bob, the other with long unruly black hair. Her dark skin covered in neon targets as her looks at her nails.
He raises an eyebrow waiting for her to notice his staring. After an uncomfortable silence he clears his throat.
"Many pardons. I suspect I be boring thou with such talk"

The sinner looks back at him, even with her eyes covered by her bangs he could tell she was surprised. The woman shrugs her shoulders.
"When the boss said she wanted me to join I was expecting the usual party, not afternoon tea with an old man"
She flips her own hair, her voice was loud like she was in the right. She twirls a strand of black hair around her finger, looking up at him with a big bright yellow smile.

Was she acting rude? Yes. A bit inhospitable? Most definitely. The sort of sinner he'd tear apart to send a message? Perhaps.
But she was a guest in his household, and Zestial was a gentleman. He takes her hand in his, planting a gentle peck on her knuckles.
"Formally acquainted I fear we are. Do I know thee, mayhaps in another life?"

She watches his display, pulling her hand away and wiping it against the side of her skirt.
"Xtasy. Like the feeling of happiness... or the drug. Whichever you're more familiar with"

"Ignore her. Model brain, you understand the feeling"
Velvette waves Zestial away from Xtasy, his eyes following the sinner as he sits back at his seat. Looking over her set up with a slight smile plastered all over his face.
"I'm sure you want a part of my deal, Vox and Val are idiots but I can-"

"You mustn't waste thee effort"
Zestial picks up his cup and sips on his hot drink, looking back at Velvette before continuing.
"I do not have an interest in thy offer, nor do I believe in thee Vees. I've failed to spot a moment when any of your constituents have displayed patience."
Velvette opens her mouth to argue but she raises his hand silencing her.
"I fear your group shall be extinct 'for the years end, nevertheless I give you kudos for your strategic moxie."
Zestial raises himself to his feet, making a deep bow in front of the womanly visitors.
"I trust you may find your way out."

Velvette glares at him, wordlessly vowing vengeance before snapping her fingers and walking out followed by her models.
The sound of Xtasys hooves echoed though the halls as she checked out every painting and vase that filled the hallway. Glancing back at the dining room before muttering.

"He's a spider... right Paci?"
She whispers to her fellow model, who shrugs her shoulders. Xtasy sighs and walks with her arms stretched behind her back.
"I wouldn't mind being caught in his web..."

"He's a perverted old geezer. Do better."
Velvette grumbles, storming to the front door as her workers follow behind her.

"Not that it matters... I heard he's sadistic"
The woman smiles widely, flashing her neon teeth and crossing her arms. She took a step outside. Looking over the front garden as she steps into the limo velvette arranged to take them home.
She taps her fingers, looking back at his home wistfully as the car takes off.