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"So! What do you think?"
Talia sat beside her friend and her girlfriend on a couch in the hotel parlor, the three demons staring at a now-blackened television screen.
Vaggie's expression was the first of the trio to break, face contorting with evident anger. "I'm sorry. What the fuck was that?"
Alastor's smile widened in an almost irritated manner, crimson gaze narrowing in feigned dismay. Talia felt slightly guilty; for the most momentary of instances, she had thought he had been pleased with his work, possibly even proud of his work with the commercial—such an expression had been plastered upon her face for the most minuscule of seconds before quickly morphing back into his typical, wide grin.
"Uh, yeah," Charlie added, a slightly more hesitant expression on her face. "One note."
Only Talia noticed the way that his claws dug into the wooden table beside him.
"Alastor, I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this, it's seriously amazing," Charlie continued, clasping her hands together as she leaned back on the couch. "But, uhm, maybe the tone is a bit...off. We want people to want to come here. This makes it look, uhm..."
"Bad," Vaggie finished for her, scowling at the crimson-clad demon before her. "The word you're looking for is bad."
"Funny," Alastor replied, twirling his microphone-like cane in his clawed hands, "I was going for hilarious!"
"It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point!" Vaggie groaned, nearly looking ready to tear her own hair out.
"Vaggie is right, Alastor," Charlie muttered, still seeming to attempt to appear grateful for his so-called assistance. "The commercial was to let sinners know that we are trying to help them."
"Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time!" Alastor began. "And everyone remembers me from my radio show, the proper medium to express oneself. But, you insisted on this," He firmly tapped the television twice with his cane, "noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it."
"Oh, fun? You had a little fun with it?" Vaggie questioned, standing up as her muscles tightened with indignation. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you're mocking us. Nobody's gonna wanna come to a place that a powerful overlord like you thinks is a waste of time!"
With a sour pout, Vaggie threw herself back down on the couch, arms crossed in bitter resentment. Talia flinched slightly at the volume of her voice, averting her gaze from the group and letting it drift towards the floor. She had forgotten of Alastor's position in Hell's unofficial hierarchy, and such a reminder sent the slightest of shivers crawling up her spine and digging its claws into the sides of her neck.
