#Infernal-lightning

[adventures-written]

;; @infernal-lightning || Continued from here.

"Protection?" he raised a brow, still watching her carefully, "And what sort of protection would that be?"

If this was another situation like Mimzy where she brought trouble to the hotel, she would certainly be very unwelcome.

[amischiefofmuses]

@infernal-lightning from [x]

Turning sharply to regard her as he was addressed, Alastor quirked a brow at her seeming worry. Certainly he could see why others would fear the attention of other Overlords, the average sinner had little in the way of protecting themselves against someone with such accrued power but he was no lowly sinner. It felt like she was questioning his abilities, implying that he couldn't protect those within the hotel. -- ❝My DEAR, I have no concern about other Overlords, they know well enough not to cross me.❞ He'd felled enough over the years to make any reasonable Overlord think twice before trying something so ridiculous, especially for no real discernable reason. Afterall, what care would they have that he'd had to deal with a few wayward cretins that turned their sights on the hotel? It wouldn't be the first time and certainly wouldn't be the last. -- ❝Would you rather I'd have stood by and let them burn this place to the ground? Killed everyone inside? I did what was necessary TO keep those inside safe.❞ Of course that hadn't been the sole reason, he was quite thankful for the intrusion given how it had let him vent frustrations, that reminder of his leash from Husker had been quite enough to set him simmering. Truly there could have been no better excuse for it.

[hells-fvry]

@infernal-lightning cont. from (X)

"Ah, another denizen of class in this infernal cesspool of damnation!" Said with that ever present grin, it held an air of delight in it's curve despite hardly shifting from the one before it. Spinning his microphone in his hand before leaning to rest on the head after the base hit the ground, he loomed towards this unfamiliar face perhaps a little too close for comfort. "Perhaps you heard of my radio show when a heart still beat within you, I was quite popular back in the day!" Until he got shot, that was.

[voxxisms]

@infernal-lightning whispered a line ;; darker vibes ( accepting! ) ❛ get the hell away from me. ❜

EXHAUSTED, but he did not move. he had heard something odd, in the halls of the office, && there were few other places it could have been coming from outside of ilaera's space. so here he was, checking in, finding himself immediately shoo'd away. annoying. but he was not going anywhere.

❝ what's wrong? i heard some commotion, might as well tell me what happened. i can probably help. ❞

he was quick to peer around the room, searching for possible damage, unsure what had really happened.

[statiicstag]

x @infernal-lightning

The door to their establishment swings open and there Alastor stands, a good distance away and yet somehow already looking in her direction, his gaze locked directly onto the woman as if he'd somehow knew she planned on bursting through.

Seeing as he's the only occupant of their hotel who elected to stay in for a night out, it would appear it will be his duty to handle this. Newcomers are few and far between.

❝ I welcome you to the Hazbin Hotel, ❞ he says not unlike a pre-recorded script, stepping closer. It is rather impolite to shout. The look he's giving Ilaera is nothing short of bemused. ❝ Operating under the assumption that you know what we do here, I don't suppose you're looking to stay, are you? ❞

[condemnedsouls]

VOX didn't particularly care why people came to him. some people came for legitimate work – he had plenty of regular contract employees, who didn't put their souls on the line. vox, in particular, did not prioritize those kinds, anyway. he had other ways of securing power, other ways of exerting his will over others. it wasn't perfect, as of yet, but worked well enough on an individual basis.

VoxTek™ was little more than a smaller operation as of yet, a personal set of offices && a few floors rented out of a high rise. vox had plans, of course, && he was rapidly making the name for himself in the industries he desired first && foremost. while his clientele was growing, he was always looking for more. the more the merrier, really, so it was hardly difficult to get in a meeting with the man himself. he had only just reached a noticeable shift in workload, steadying himself skyward for a much higher reputation && name, eventually.

so here he sat, fingers interlocked && resting on his chest. he was leaning back in the chair, currently little interest shown. this would either change with her introduction, or it wouldn't. but vox offered her a wide smile on the display of his rather boxy - framed head.

ilaera llewellyn. a fascinating name, truly, though not one he was the most familiar with. he took a moment to consider it, toss it around in his mind && recalled a few of her pictures he had, in fact seen. his body language changed slightly – leaning forward more, resting his hands on the desk now.

❝ an absolute pleasure getting to meet you, ilaera. i must say, i have seen some of your work in the past. ❞

he reached out for the portfolio, previously having ignored it. flicking through the examples, her work, enjoying her talent. perhaps there was something for this.

❝ of course, flattery will get you places, my good lady, thank you for your kind words. but tell me, what are your plans? what is it that i can help you with, because frankly, if you continue as you are, with some elbow grease && time, you'll be standing on your own two feet just fine. ❞

he meant it, too. vox did not give true compliments without intent, && he had little reason to falsely hype her up.

➺ closed starter for @condemnedsouls [ V Ø Ӿ ]

This last Exorcism had cut things close. Way too bloody close. It had caught her off guard; somehow having lost track of the days - she'd been buried in either work or in someone's bed all month.

But it had meant she was too relaxed on a stroll to the bar, too unaware - until the angels had descended, and she'd had mere moments to make a decision: fight, or flee.

Ilaera detested herself for choosing the latter.

The feline sinner had holed up in some rundown warehouse that she'd passed not a block before, hiding like some fearful child. In truth, she had been fearful - living through the bombings of England in World War 2 would do that. 12 years since she had died, and she could still recall that childhood experience with perfect clarity. It wasn't even the exorcists that made her fearful... just the enclosed space, so much like the bomb shelter from her childhood.

It was there that she'd decided she needed more power. More protection. And she knew just who to go to to get it.

VoxTek™ had been in her peripheral for a few years now - Ilaera had never needed the extra work, but had kept it in the back of her mind just in case. And the up and coming overlord who ran the company, Vox, was intriguing. Utilizing visual mediums as she did, cameras were at the centre of both of their crafts. Had she ever wanted to rise higher than her current station, perhaps she would have sought out a partnership with him. As it was, she preferred solo work - striking deals and owning souls meant working with more sinners than she had the patience to deal with.

But now...

Now she was coming to him for a deal of her own. Ilaera entered VoxTek with the casual confidence she always exuded, teal gaze sweeping the lobby. A receptionist quickly directed her to his office, which she breezed into with a half smile, quietly thanking the sinner as they shut the door.

"Thank you ever so much for agreeing to see me, Mr. Vox. I know you have quite the growing schedule these days!"

Not awaiting an answer, she slips into the spare chair, placing her portfolio delicately on the desk between them.

"Before we get into everything, I suppose I should probably introduce myself. Ilaera Llewellyn, renouned Welsh photographer - though I suppose, not down here! But I have tried to make a bit of a name for myself, these past twelve years."

Her gaze sweeps up and down the Overlord, her small smile persisting. "And I know a bit about you, of course. An impressive feat, building all this up from nothing."

[screentimeoverlord]

X cont. @infernal-lightning

"Ahuh, so now you're just taking regular pictures? Since I guess that other thing was more in life? Death is nothing special down here you know." Vox says with a slow sip of his coffee. Depending on her skills, maybe he could use her for something.

[radioiaci]

⧐ @infernal-lightning liked for a starter.

"Mm, no, I don't think so," Alastor replied with an undercurrent of distaste in his voice despite the trademark toothy grin. He'd been looking through the proposed new 'additions' to the hotel walls - the admittedly tasteful photographs with a subject matter that he found particularly unappealing. He was already moderately fed up with the amount of familial photos that Charlie had deigned to hang out and around the entryway to the building - he didn't need to be glancing at more things that he had not elected to put up himself.

"I think if anything, we may be looking for something more... abstract."

[condemnedsouls]

🗒️ for Vox boi 👁️👁️

@infernal-lightning found a journal belonging to VOX ! ;; accepting! send 🗒️ for a diary entry my muse would make/has made.

DATE UNKNOWN

a development today. a new face in my office, once again, nothing very new. but she was interesting, for once. i don't see too many interesting offers put on my table these days. mostly normal, easy, wickedly pathetic little things seeking some kind of protection or just work. those ones are easy to handle. they're always willing to part with just about anything to get what they feel like they need, && it's usually pretty easy to negotiate. even just simple work contracts are easy. i offer benefits, they work egregious hours, with little vacation time, && then the consequences of quitting are pretty clear. eventually, i will be able to snag that bit of territory i've had my eye on. the bigger building, the whole block. it's only a matter of time.

but there's a woman who's come in with an interesting proposal. she wants in, she wants some kind of help defending herself && staying safe during the exterminations. understandable — difference is, she actually has a good amount of talent that i can see in the way she holds herself, && in her work. it's a specific genre of work, which might not be very wise right now, but i can't see a real reason not to invest. she seems very interesting.

ilaera llewellyn, the ghost of wales.

i think i will find this investment fairly fruitful, even if it may take longer than initially hoped for. she's got a lot of charm, both physically && otherwise. she's like to make a name for herself. i intend to tie myself to that, most definitely. she has the talent, && with her style, it may be worth bringing her on as a larger partner later. there's only one way to find out.

[witchoflegends]

"Kinks are Val's territory, and I'm not about to get into your problems." When Vox fucked people up, it was psychologically. He only killed those that became dead weight.

"Mm, why not a little bit of both? It's much more fun that way, you know."

[adventures-written]

❝ please, don't expect too much from me. ❞ (for Alastor, or whichever Hazbin muse you're feeling!)

A Variety

"I'm sure you'll have your uses when the time comes, my dear," he stared at her with his usual unreadably-wide smile, "Though I do hope the Vees didn't send you here to be another spy. They've already tried -- and failed -- on that front."

[amischiefofmuses]

@infernal-lightning from [HERE]

Casting a look over her, he could tell from the off that she had some hand in interacting with powerful demons of some variety given the way she met his gaze with practiced ease. It would be a risk then, would it not, to just so easily accept her into the hotel? Charlie would, she had taken in Angel without thought to the possessive Overlord that owned his soul- it was a good thing he was there to intercept. -- ❝How about you come inside and tell me more about this..? There's every chance you'll be welcome but we have to know who may come looking, as I'm sure you understand.❞ He replied politely as he stepped aside, a motioned hand welcoming her into the lobby of the hotel- specifically towards the seating laid out for guests. If he needed her out, he wanted the path to be as clear as possible to avoid bumping into any of the do-gooders that may try to bring her in without care paid. Afterall, they all believed him to be easily strong enough to protect the hotel from whatever might be thrown at it. That would almost certainly be the case were he not bound by his own deal- and some Overlords could hold their own well enough even then. -- ❝So- who is it you are hiding from, hm?❞

[hells-fvry]

@infernal-lightning liked for a starter owo (X)

The only tell that Husk was even at his post behind the bar was his tail peeking up from under the wooden surface, the feathery end flicking in irritation while its owner rummaged through the shelves and boxes hidden underneath. Hearing footsteps approach him, a muffed cuss could be heard before he shouted: "If you want a drink, you're gonna have t' wait a fucking second. I gotta- Come here, you little shit!"

With a shout of triumph Husk stood up fully, or at least he tried to at first, his head smacking against the edge of the bar with a growl of pain before he came fully into view. In his paws was Fat Nuggets, a small handful of cherries hanging out of his mouth by either the fruit or the stem as he gave a happy squeal of delight. "What have I told you about eating my fucking cherries? Gonne have t' start lockin' 'em up..." Irritated as he may be, there was a slight smile curving at the corner of Husk's lips as he set the pig down at the opening to the bar, a little push being enough to send the happy little thing prancing back to Angel's room to show off his prize.

Dusting off his hands with a fond shake of his head, his attention was finally turned to the owner of the steps that had been waiting for him, whether patiently or not. "Alright, what the fuck do you want?"

[voxxisms]

@infernal-lightning whispered a line ;; sinday headcanons ( accepting! ) 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

i think vox has a few, he's pretty sexually experienced && active, probably. his top one is probably knife play / choking. he likes the danger aspects, being in control of a typically out of control concept. he will gladly give && receive, takes pleasure in both.

🫶what does after care look like for them?

vox is a switch, he's got very little in the way of needs for after care, but generally he prefers to bathe or nap together if he can. a real recharge afterwards, especially with his more endurance - based partners. assuming they're soft enough or kind enough to partake in after care, anyway.

thanks for asking!!

[voxiiferous]

✏️ - I know we've not interacted just yet (though I would love to! :o) but... I cannot resist silly shenanigans

@infernal-lightning | exactly!!! Shenanigans are hard to pass up (and I’m all for low stakes icebreakers)

Ilaera: You look really stressed. Vox: Haha, it’s the stress.

Vox: N… No! Ilaera: A fair rebuttal. However, consider this counterpoint: Y… Yes???

Ilaera: You saved me! Why? Vox: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.

[stay-tuncd]

💞 - Have you ever used your summon able shadows to assist with any... Pleasure seeking? For you or for others? ;)

🦌 Well, as long as honesty was required. How distasteful.

"The thought never crossed my mind." However, now that she mentioned it, he supposed it would be effective. Not for himself-- he wouldn't dream of it-- but perhaps for someone else... should the need arise.