Ad-Lib My Heart(Valastor)

♥️Chapter 2🦌

Alastor walked the streets, stopping when he found a spot filled with unsuspecting sinners. Ever smiling but his eyes filled with irritation. He chuckled darkly to himself as the jazz tune he had put on had died down just in time. He cleared his throat and began to speak into his mic, "Now folks just as I stated there's been a change in plans. So, let's BeGiN!"
He snapped his fingers and holes began to form in the ground, tentacles came from them grabbing sinners left and right. He basked in their screams of terror. It was like music to his black tipped ears that rested on top of his head. As he walked over to a small female sinner who was screaming and pleading to be let go, his grin grew at the sight. "Sh sh sh sh sh, my dear there's nothing to fear," he spoke sickly calm as if to give the poor demoness a false sense of hope. She had taken the bait and calmed down a bit. "Please please let me go....I-I won't—"

Before she could finish her sentence the tentacles began tearing her from limb to limb. She screamed in agony which made his eyes fill with excitement. He lets this continue on while others began being torn apart along with her. Filling his microphone nothing but screams.
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The screams filled the studio penthouse, which made Velvet's face light up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh wow, he's really got pissed off because of you Val."

The moth chuckled, "Told ya he would. But who doesn't love a little bloodshed in the afternoon hm?"

"Guess you're right," she giggled, "Hopefully he doesn't find out it was you who requested that. He may very well put your head on a stick. And I'm not talking about the one down there." The doll like demoness pointed downward.

"He won't babydoll don't ya worry ya lil' head none," he gave a gentle smile and patted her in between her pigtails once more.
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"YOU CAN'T JUST CAUSE GENOCIDE BECAUSE YOU DISLIKED A SONG!"

Vaggie immediately began yelling at Alastor the moment he walked through the hotel doors. They had heard it all from the radio that rested underneath the bar. "I can do whatever I may wish to my dear, and not even you can stop me," his grin widened as he wiped the blood from his monocle. "NO YOU CAN'T, YOU CHEESY TALKSHOW SHIT-"
A hand placed on her shoulder caught her attention, "Al, she's right you know? You are helping this hotel and we really don't need sinners even more terrified of you than they already are. I know I can't stop you but maybe keep in mind that it'll be bad for the hotel." Rust red eyes looked down at the princess of hell, "I see, well then, I'm terribly sorry for causing you trouble darling. I will do my best to not tarnish the hotel's reputation any further."  The moth woman narrowed her eyes, she could see he wasn't being genuine but she knew her girlfriend well enough that she would accept the apology. "Thank you Al," she smiled, taking Vaggie's hand into her own. The red demon nodded, watching them exit the lobby before he walked over to the bar. Husk was standing there gripping the counter, panting slightly from the panic he felt from the screams that came through the radio. His orange irises glared at the other, and he growled a bit, "Since when the fuck did you start giving a shit about anyone's reputation...?"

"Hm," Alastor's ear perked up at the question, "I don't."

The demon cat's body trembled slightly, but he wanted to talk, to get his mind away from it all, "I don't know why I should be surprised, you only ever give a shit about yourself, don't you?" Alastor rested his head on his intertwined hands, his red irises studying the other trying to get through the aftermath of his shell shock. "I could say the same about you Husker my friend," he responded with the usual cheerful voice. The winged cat eventually sat up. No longer hearing the rapid beating of his heart in his own ears he handed the other a beer, "Yeh, well, no one else gives a fuck."

Alastor took it happily, giving a small hum, "That's not true, there's someone in this place that seems to care about you." That statement made Husk want to cringe, "Urh! Don't even fuckin' go there!"

"What? I was only referring to our darling Niffty. Who did you think I was speaking of, dear Husker?"

He watched as the old cat's cheeks turned red, "No one dammit. Just fuckin' drink and keep that damn motor mouth shut." He chuckled a little before starting to drink the booze that Husk had given him. His red eyes wondered around the hotel before he spoke once more, "You know, you can tell me if you're taking a liking to a certain six armed guest."

"Didn't I tell ya to shut the fuck up and drink?"

Husk grumbled before opening his own bottle of booze, necking the bottle greedily. The radio demon decided to play coy, "Did you? I guess it just went through one ear and out the other. Ahahaha!" The other across the bar simply rolled his brown sclera eyes at the statement, his orange irises widened at the sight of Angel walking downstairs. He choked on his beer, seeing the white spider in a beautiful red dress, matching eyeshadow, lipstick and long blonde wig. "Hey Smiles," he grinned a little at the cat's reaction, "hey Husky, ya alright ova there?"

The other coughed out his answer, "I'm...fine."

Alastor played a laughing track, chuckling to himself as he watched Husk choking on his cheap booze before turning to the dolled up spider, "Why hello Angel, don't you just look extravagant! Wouldn't you say so Husker?" The cat used his long claw fingers to flip him off in response. Angel smiled,  knowing the old sour puss wouldn't admit that he liked this outfit, "Thanks Alastor. Tell the bitch and her bitch I'll be out for a few will ya?" The red demon wanted to roll his eyes at the other calling Charlie and Vaggie bitches, but he didn't, and simply waved his hand, "Of course, just don't cause any trouble, my effeminate fellow."

"No promises," his attention turned back to Husk, wrapping his arms around the old cat's neck. "I'll see ya later Husky baby~," he whispered in the ear seductively before letting go. "Well I betta head out, don't want ta keep my girl buddy waitin'. Bye Smiles, bye Husky," after that, the spider was to the hotel doors.

"Bye Angel," Alastor called back to him, his red eyes focused on Husk who's face was about as red as his own wings. Though he didn't say anything until he heard the front doors close behind him. "Oh Husker, you're already caught in the web."

"Huh?! I ain't caught in shit, now shut up!"

"Mhm well you keep telling yourself that my feline friend." Alastor finished his drink, got up, and dusted himself off, "Any way. I have some cooking to do. Since I already ate, I'll be heading to Mimzy's after I'm done."
Husk ignored the first part, and only focused on the second half, "Well, hearing what you did I ain't surprised ya fuckin' ate. Damn cannibal...well Mimz will be happy to see ya at least."

The old cat wasn't wrong when he said that. Mimzy has had an eye for Al ever since they met in this world down below. Being that they're both from the 1920s the flapper woman shared a lot in common with him. But being as he is the red demon was blissfully naive when it came to those types of feelings from another. So to him Mimzy just came off as overprotective. With a nod and usual grin to the statement the feline demon made, he happily began making his way to the hotel's kitchen. All while humming You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile.