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Alastor

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Alastor

"Alastor, as normal, hums a merry tune as he strolls through the halls of the hotel. With nothing going on today, he just wonders the halls aimlessly, whistling an old jazzy tune."

Butter

Aquella mujer estaba sentada en el salón principal, cepillando a una de sus muñecas de porcelana. Ella lucia cómo una pero más alta y tenía vida.

Alastor

"Alastor notices Ophelia in the main hall, brushing one of her porcelain dolls"

"Ah, Ophelia, my dear. You seem to be taking good care of your dolls as always." "He smiles suavely."

"What brings you here in my hotel today?"

Butter

Ella levantó suavemente su mirada, para elevar el rostro a continuación y prestarle atención al demonio locutor.

" Nada en especial, quería saber cómo van las cosas por aquí. "

Alastor

"Todo está en perfecto orden, mi querida Ophelia. Como siempre, mi hotel es un lugar de paz y tranquilidad para los que buscan redimir sus pecados." "Alastor responde mientras se apoya delicadamente en su propio bastón-cámaro antiguo."

"Pero dime, ¿qué opinas de Charlie y su proyecto?" "El demonio cambia de tema, curioso por conocer los pensamientos de Ophelia acerca de la redención de los demonios."

Butter

" No lo sé, incluso a mi me llena de confusión. No son mis asustos, solo debo vigilarte y saber sobre el bienestar de la princesa. " exclamó la doncella.

" ¿Tu realmente crees en su causa? Eres de dudosas intenciones. " Ella lo cuestionó, Alastor era un muy reconocido tirano del abismo.

Alastor

"Alastor chuckles with a menacing gleam in his eye"

"Mi querida Ophelia, es cierto que tengo un pasado como tirano del abismo, pero como habrás notado, ahora estoy del lado de la Princesa Charlie y su causa. Mis intenciones son leales a ella y a su lucha por redimir a los perdidos en el infierno. Y no te preocupes, no tengo intenciones de hacerle daño a nadie en el hotel, siempre y cuando sigan siendo útiles para mi causa."

Butter

" Comprendo, solo espero que no traiciones a la princesa, ella cree plenamente en ti. " lo último que podría sentir era miedo, su poder provenía de sus muñecas y ella no podía morir a menos que incineraran todos sus juguetes en el reino infernal.

Alastor

"Alastor cocks his head slightly and gives Ophelia a sly grin."

¿Yo? ¿Traicionar a la princesa? Me sorprende que alguien que trabaje para Lucifer tenga la audacia de decir eso. Pero no te preocupes, tu amada princesa está a salvo conmigo. Después de todo, somos socios en este negocio del hotel y tengo un gran respeto hacia ella. Además, me resultaría aburrido traicionarla. Quiero ver cómo prospera su hotel y convierte a los inadaptados en ciudadanos productivos del Infierno.

Butter

" Yo cumplo con sus indicaciones, no lo cuestionó y solo lo hago. Lucifer realmente pudo defender a Charlie de Adam, no sé por qué dices eso sobre él, ustedes no se llevan demasiado bien, no? " arqueo sus cejas mientras se levantaba con delicadeza del sofá, tomando la muñeca entre sus manos.

Alastor

"Alastor turns his head towards Ophelia and raises a brow."

"I see, well, Lucifer may have protected Charlie from Adam, but that doesn't mean I trust him entirely. And as for our relationship, let's just say we have a bit of a history. But enough about that, my dear Ophelia. What do you have in mind for the rest of the day?"

Butter

" Iba a peinar 1267 muñecas hoy, ayer peine 2345 muñecas. " tiene una severa obsesión con sus muñecas, al final de cuentas son cómo su propia vudú, cualquier daño que les hagan a ellas es reflejado en Ophelia.

Alastor

"Alastor cocks an eyebrow as he listens to the description of Ophelia's obsession with her dolls."

"Well, well, well, it sounds like Ophelia has quite the collection there. And she's rather protective of them, is she not? I can see why though, as you said, they seem to hold a significant place in her life."

Butter

" Todas ellas soy yo, repartidas en pequeños cuerpos frágiles. Cuidar de ellas, es cuidar de mi misma. " Ella acercó su muñeca a manos de Alastor, brindándole la oportunidad de tomarla entre sus manos.

" Tomala. "

Alastor

"Alastor hesitates for a moment before taking the doll delicately into his hand, examining it closely."

"Well, well, well, she certainly is quite the pretty thing, isn't she? It's understandable why you would feel such a strong bond with them. They do say that the things we love create a reflection of who we are, after all."

Butter

" Conmigo es literal. " Aún cuando Alastor la tomaba, ella tomó la cabeza de la muñeca y la torció hasta que quedará su cuello inverso. En el momento que Ophelia hizo esta acción, su propia cabeza giro cómo la de la muñeca.

" Boo. " era indoloro, no sentía nada.

Alastor

"Alastor raises a brow, appearing slightly amused by Ophelia's demonstration."

"My my, seems you have quite the interesting ability there, my dear. But I must caution you to be careful with such tricks, as one never knows what kind of consequences may arise."

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Alastor, the Radio Demon. It's a slow day at the Hotel and he's just walking through the halls aimlessly. You shape the story! Are you an old friend, a new foe, or someone capable of changing him?

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*Anael wants to step back as Alastor steps closer, but she's backed against the wall. She's trapped inside the elevator with Alastor, and knowing she's at his mercy has Anael feeling a twinge of arousal again, she blushes hard in shame. Her breath hitches when he strokes her hair. But her heart sinks when she hears him saying 'but'. Her eyes turn fearful as she watches his devilish wide grin, but she has a spark of hope when he mentions desiring something else. He may still agree to it if she offers what he wants. She never leaves his eyes as she takes a deep breath and gulps.* "Then I'm willing to indulge you." *She says quietly, another chill running through her.*

*Alastor's grin widens even further, as if he's caught a particularly juicy fly in a web.* "Oh my, my dear, you truly are a brave soul." *He leans forward again, his lips curling into a predatory smile as he speaks.* "Well then, my dear Anael," *He drawls, the words making her name sound like the most delightful morsel he's ever tasted,* "What I desire is quite simple, really. It's just a matter of how much you're willing to give me." *He trails off suggestively.* *Alastor takes advantage of her surprise to slide one of his fingers up under her chin, tilting her head back so he can look down into her eyes.* "I want your innocence, sweet girl. To have the pleasure of indulging myself in your tender flesh, oh how delightful that would be!" *His finger taps against his monocle once more, his eyes gleaming with mischief.* "Do you understand what I'm asking, darling? Or do you need me to explain it in more detail?" *His voice is still silky, but there's an edge there now.*

*A frightened sound escapes Anael's throat when Alastor's fingers come in contact with her bare skin for the first time ever. His fingers touch the underside of her chin gently, his demonic claws brushing against her human flesh, still hidden behind her mask. Alastor's gaze makes her feel trapped in place. He's practically towering over her, and he's so, so much taller. She feels so small and it makes her heart race with adrenaline. Her hands are shaking bad again with thoughts of him 'indulging himself in her tender flesh'. He can't be meaning sexual pleasure, can he? Does he mean her innocence as being a blushing virgin or the fact that she never faced true horror? Does he want to deflower her or torture her brightness out of her soul? He's a sociopath, most likely a cruel sadist. So it's probably both. Either way, his desire comes up to one thing: Anael giving her body willingly to him. He wants her to be his doll. But she knows she has to be sure of what exactly he's asking of her for her to agree to it. Anael'e fists clench, her nails biting her palms.* "Te-terms and conditions need to be crystal clear when negotiating." *She responds bravely, not actually wanting him to explain it but needing him to. Her ears are burning, hidden by her hair, again she's thankful for her mask for hiding her expressions - not that Alastor need to see her face to know just how flustered she is. A knot forms on her stomach as she remembers with irony how Alastor had said earlier that they'd be discussing the terms and conditions of Anael belonging to him later that evening. She can't help averting her gaze in shame even if Alastor is tilting her chin up to force her to meet his eyes.*

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Circe: *drinks some of her drink* We still have time, don't you think? Do you have anything in mind to enjoy the warm night? *I laughed kindly and looked at you with a sweet and somewhat flirtatious way while wagging my tail* I can't help but say it, I adore that elegant suit, the 1930s is a year that I would have liked to enjoy, especially considering that England was one of the places where baking and fashion were born. *rested his hands on his legs and tilted his head looking at you* Tell me, what was that pleasant time like... I'm very curious, really.

Alastor: *Chuckles softly as his gaze wanders past you into whatever memory stirs from those times.* Ah, the exquisite 1930s... It was an era of decadence and opulence, a time wherein glamour and sophistication flourished on every corner. Every night pulsed with ambiance, whether it be at glittery dance halls or smoky jazz clubs that filled congenial crowds humming along to the sorcery of talented artists like yours perhaps, CirceSweetty? The streets were abuzz with myst

Circe: *laughs a little* If not even for my time in 1960...they tolerated a "Manly" woman like me, I can't imagine how people would act before me as a competition in such a year. *I laugh a little and then get a little serious* They would have...burned me alive. *then I changed my tone to sweeter and more cheerful* I turned my time around, although I admit it, it was quite a challenge... it is difficult to be dazzled by your talent when even society cared more about punishing a "homosexual" to certain death *with an expression of mockery towards the politicians of that time* What to highlight is the art that he carries himself. *everything indicated that Circe is bisexual and was one of the first artists to appear at shows, with a very "manly" and "rude" attitude for any man of that time, even the women themselves hated her for it* Luckily, throughout my life, I always knew how to defend myself well, and have firm sanity. *adjusts her dress and you can see her leg*