Sketch Thy Love for Thee (It was the Shadow's Fault)

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It was a typical overlords of Hell meeting...well 'typical' may be the wrong word for it. The overlords (Velvette and Valentino included) and the Carmine daughters were forced to endure Vox's educational briefing on the advantages of technical usage.

Now despite this, not a single face of the sinners and Hellborn had a bored expression on their faces. And it was not because of Vox, not that he realizes it. So what was the cause of such joy expressions, you may ask?

Alastor.

More specifically his shadow. Erebus, as the hotel started calling him, took it upon himself to entertain the room. The shadow of the Radio Demon stood...hovered...whatever you wanna call it, behind the television demon, mimicking him. Erebus would spread himself on the project lens, making Vox think someone turned it off on him. And when Vox would hit the remote's power button, turning it 'ON, he was actually turning it 'OFF.' That distracted him enough that Erebus would raise the projector screen, making Vox yell and glitch when he turned around. They repeated that little dance five more times, before the shadow took a break.

Erebus rested his shadowy elbows at the top of the screen, his head resting on his hands. With a satisfied smile, he loomed around the room.

His master had more of a natural smile, instead of that forced grin that insufferable lady made him wear. Rosie, his master's best friend was leaning on her armrest, her hat tilted down to hide her giggles. Zeezi was snickering as she elbowed Cillian (the flaming skull guy). Cillian had the decentness to try and disguise his laughter by coughing. Clara was holding her stomach, gasping for breath, tears forming in her eyes. Odette, normally as serious as her mother, laid her head in her arms using the table to hide her giggles. Carmilla herself was covering her mouth, shoulders shaking. When Erebus glanced at Zestial to see his expression he tilted his head to the left in wonder.

Zestial had a different kind of look on his face. The same look he's seen Charlie give Vaggie, or Husk give Angel when either wasn't looking. He was looking at Carmilla, before glancing around the room. Nobody but the little shadow was paying him any attention. The green misty magic of the spider lord surround his hand, as a little, well little for him at any rate, black book appeared in his hand. Carmilla, who Erebus guessed was familiar with his power, like Rosie was to his master, glanced at him. Zestial had hidden the book, while smiling at her.
"You little shit!" Erebus and everyone else turned towards Vox, as he pointed at the shadow.

Busted.

Erebus made the notion of waving his hands by his ears, as if sticking his tongue out. This made the Carmine daughters and Rosie burst into a new fit of giggles. Vox threw the remote to the projector at the shadow, only for him to catch it and turn the projector off for a sixth time. Vox stomped his foot, hand out demanding the remote as the room burst into loud laughter. Erebus looked at Vox, wiggling the remote and pointing at it, as if saying 'This remote?.' "Yes that remote, you stupid shad-"

The remote was thrown directly at the corner of his screen, causing a huge crack in the middle of his screen face.

The little shadow then moved to Rosie, hugging her, and burying his shadowy face in her neck, giving everyone the impression of a crying child.

"Aww, did the mean old box, hurt you?" Rosie cooed. Erebus nodded his head, peaking at Vox and flipping him off. Vox stomped his foot pointing at his screen face. "Ah, hello look what that little shit did to me!" "Hey, you were the one to ask for the remote, the shadow gave you it," Zeezi said. "Erebus," Alastor and Rosie chimed in. "Erebus gave you the remote," Zeezi corrected herself. "Perhaps, if you did not wish for your face to be cracked, specify how he should have handed to you," Cillian said.

Vox's mouth hung open, staring in disbelief at his fellow overlords.

Carmilla cleared her throat, directing attention to her. "Vox continue your....briefing. Many of us have matters that require our attention." Vox sourly continued with the power point, but not before pointing at Erebus and Alastor with an angry look. Alastor and Erebus both held up their middle fingers on each hand, smirking. Thus the meeting continued, but this time Erebus stayed in Rosie's arms, occasionally messing with the hat's long black feather. With everyone settled and paying attention to what was being said, he quickly became bored.