Vaggie The Moth Babe

Chapter 21: Dinner and Demands

The dining hall was vibrant, filled with the tantalizing aromas of a lavish feast. Charlie had made sure to prepare a dinner that would impress her father, even if the company wasn't exactly what she had hoped for. As they gathered around the grand table, laughter and banter echoed against the walls, but the mood soon shifted when Lucifer decided to stir the pot.

"So, Alastor," Lucifer began, leaning back in his chair with a playful smirk. "Why don't you have a sex life? You're the Radio Demon, after all. You could have anyone—or anything—if you wanted." He chuckled, clearly enjoying the thought of riling Alastor up.

Alastor, ever poised, lifted his glass of sparkling crimson liquid and replied in his smooth, melodious voice, "Your Highness, I find that indulging in such... baser instincts is beneath my ambitions. I'm more interested in consolidating my power and expanding my influence throughout Hell." He gestured gracefully, emphasizing the grandeur of his aspirations.

"Power?" Angel interjected, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "You mean the kind of power that makes you a more interesting lay? 'Cause I've got to say, it sounds pretty boring to me!" He leaned in closer to Alastor, his tone dripping with flirtation. "Maybe I could show you how fun it is to let loose a little, you know?"

Alastor's expression darkened, his brows knitting together as he fixed a sharp gaze on Angel. "I would advise you to keep your distance, spider. If you persist in this foolishness, you might just find yourself reduced to a mass of meat—perfect for someone like me to feast upon." His voice dropped to a low, ominous tone, sending a chill through the room.

Angel, undeterred by the threat, grinned slyly. "Is that a challenge? 'Cause I'm up for it! You've got to admit, it would make quite the story, and I love a good story." He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a look of confidence plastered across his face.

Lucifer chuckled, watching the exchange unfold. "Alastor's just not used to being pursued, Angel. It must be a shock for him." He winked at Alastor, who looked unamused.

Alastor straightened his posture, maintaining his composure. "I assure you, I have no interest in such trivial pursuits," he said coolly. "I prefer the company of those who contribute to my plans rather than distract me with their... desires."

Vaggie, who had been quietly observing, couldn't resist chiming in. "You know, Alastor, it's okay to let loose every once in a while. Even you can benefit from a little fun," she said, a teasing smile on her lips.

Alastor narrowed his eyes, unimpressed. "Fun is subjective. I prefer my endeavors to be... purposeful. Unlike your current escapades, which seem to be more chaotic than constructive."

Charlie, sensing the tension rising, tried to lighten the mood. "Okay, how about we focus on enjoying this delicious dinner instead of dissecting our love lives? I made your favorite dish, Dad!" she exclaimed, gesturing toward the beautifully arranged platters.

As the conversation shifted back to food, Angel leaned over to Vaggie and whispered, "Do you think I could turn Alastor into a romantic after all?"

"Only if you want to be a meal," Vaggie replied with a smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement.

As the laughter resumed and the banter continued, the odd dynamic of their dinner unfolded—a mixture of power plays, flirtation, and family awkwardness, all wrapped in the chaotic energy that defined their lives in Hell. The night was far from over, and with every passing moment, the characters around the table were bound to surprise each other in ways they could never predict.