#v: the perfect gentlemen (human alastor)

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Continued from the kiss ask with @lilitophidian

Well it was certainly a surprise to see the other murderer so out of sorts. Though he supposed killing your own partner would definitely have an effect on your sanity, though it was somewhat unnerving to see a strong woman like her breaking because of one simple mistake. 

A mistake that clearly robbed her of more than just her husband but her common sense it would seem.

Maybe his actions here were a little out of character for him but she needed something to ground her again and a kiss was the easiest way. 

He’ll admit he is a little out of practice when it comes to kissing but he finds himself being uncharacteristically soft with the way he kisses her. 

He breaks the kiss first while still holding onto the woman one of her hand cups her soft cheek.

“Ma biche. Breath. Yes you made a mistake, sure it was an unfortunate accident, yes but we need to keep our heads about us.”

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Oh it would certainly come back to bite them later on that was a given wasn't it? Alastor had attempted to look into it and got nothing but a headache from it. "I think that might be for the best for now at least." Yes, better not to dwell on just who sent the cursed book to him in the first place. He had learnt that the hard way already.

"There should be a bookmark to the page, they aren't numbered after all." He was certain he had left the book mark in there after all reading through that book once was enough for him. "You're going to need a mirror. Some of the writing is  backwards if memory serves me right." He mutters knowing the radio demon can more than likely hear him either way. "There should be one I left in the top draw of the desk from the first time I look over said book and some of text is just riddles so there no clear way of understanding it with out first trying to work out what is meant by the text."

"Well, I suppose it will remain forever a mystery!" he said, certain that this would come back to bite them later. It was all simply far too convenient. Not the Radio Demon appearing, but it being pointedly sent to the radio station and addressed to Alastor. He really did want to look into this, but that could wait until after they'd solved one mystery. One issue at a time.

"Which page had the spell you used to summon me?" jumping straight through the book wasn't something Alastor would normally recommend. Given his experience, he assumed he'd be fine, now that he had the book's measure. "We can start with that and go from there."

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He hums in agreement as he leans onto the desk. He had spent longer than he would have liked trying to find out who left such a cursed book on his doorstep but all the leads were cold. Whoever it was certainly didn’t want to be found so easily. Fingers start tapping on the desk as his mind runs a mile a minute trying to remember who had been working with him that night. Maybe he was looking for the wrong person, maybe it was someone right under his nose that had pulled this little trick. “Alice hadn’t seen who had left the book and Ernest always comes in late; he spent the early part of the evening down in Storyville.” He knew he hadn’t crossed anyone of note; he always stayed clear from others that shared his same benevolent desires. He is no fool after all. “There is no one who jumps to mind that would want to cause harm, well no one that isn’t already dead.”

There no one he closest friend is Mimzy and she wouldn't know anything about the occult only what he had explain to her which wasn't much.

"I understand what you are implying I do but there is no one who I can remember crossing paths with who is capable of understand the type of ancient magic that's in that book."

"People certainly have a tendency to balk right when things get interesting," he turned the page, throwing a bit of caution to the wind. Whirling patterns echoing in fractals resonated through the waveform of the Radio Demon, a kaleidoscope of words that lingered in the corner of the eyes. Skittering like insects through the cracks, centipedes devouring his attention in addition to the amygdala. It was only his extensive experience with such things and his own nature that allowed him to tear his eyes away from the pages at all. He'd made a mistake in dismissing the human, not realizing just how complicated the writings in the book actually were.

He was not about to acknowledge that, however, blinking away the images inscribed at the back of his eyes.

"And no one saw who left it? You haven't annoyed anyone recently have you? Made any enemies?" it made more sense for it to be some sort of trap by some rival magician or vengeful family member that had someone figured him out than any sort of benevolent desire.

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The skin made book had been an unexpected find for the radio host where it was found well there was no knowing like most occult books it unknown origins. It had come from a fan of his show looking to get rid of the thing much to his benefit at the time. “Would you believe me if I said a fan left it at the radio station?” Yes it had been a few days after he did a broadcast of the danger of the occult the irony of that wasn’t lost on him. “There was just a simple note requesting it to be burned and curiosity got the better of me and well no one else at the station wanted to go near it and I can't say I blame them.” 

Unlike most he knew what he was signing himself up for by keeping the book and the insidiousness of the writings inside. Some of the pages were written in blood, others were in normal ink. It really was the Frankenstein’s monster of books. “It's certainly isn't a book for the faint hearted that I know for sure."

Restraint had become a problem for him - once he'd gotten to Hell he'd been able to cut loose, as it were. Maybe if the Powers That Be such as Lucifer actually paid attention to what the Pride Ring was up to, he may have been more circumspect. As it was, he'd never felt the need to pull back until whatever he'd been playing with was no more. He's much more curious in the book than he is in needling Alastor, so the Radio Demon gives way to go examine the book.

It's old, made of skin he suspected was human but disguised to look otherwise. Most wouldn't be able to tell at a quick glance anyway, leather was leather to many. Carefully he took it, noticing it didn't have a title anywhere. For as casual as he'd been with the human, Alastor knew better than to simply jump right in. Bracing himself mentally he turned to the first page.

Oh.

"Where did you even get this?" it's a bit of wonder, and grudging respect. Even from the first page he could feel the insidiousness of the writings. Devious things designed to draw the attention away to hide secrets, or to ensnare. Dangerous.

Exciting.

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“So you keep repeating it’s starting to lose any meaning at this point.” He declared as he pointed his knife in the direction of where said book was on his desk. “Don’t look at me, I'm not about to go fetch it  for you, like some kind of obedient dog.” No, the radio demon might have pushed him a little too far. Patience was a virtue and one he was slowly starting to lack with the demon

He was perfectly aware that he had made a mistake and he really didn’t need the near constant reminder of that fact. He too liked to push people in his own ways but at least he knows when to stop pressing certain buttons.

Yes that book had caused him nothing but problems in the end, maybe he should burn it after this, might be the better option it's not like he needed it again after the radio demon was gone.

Alastor gave a slow frog blink at Alastor, unphased by the sudden hole in the lung he'd been consuming. It wasn't as if the flavor was ruined any. Slowly, pointedly, he lifted it to his lips, unhinging his jaw to finish the rest of it in one gulp.

"Which book did you get this out of? It's such an absolute mess, I couldn't even begin to make heads or tails of it!" he glanced at the notebook in his counterpart's hands dismissively, "The actual book, if you please, not your half-scribbled notes."

Clearly something had gotten lost between the actual text and the notebook. It's irritating, because Alastor should remember this. It all looked vaguely familiar, a sense of deja vu, but no strong concrete recollection.

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She was  beautiful, she was graceful and most definitely could trip him to pieces if she wanted to and there was no hiding from that fact. To be with her was to play with fire itself and how that fire could horrifically burn.

And burn with her he would for as long as she allowed him to do so.

This was her game after all he was just the ever perfect student was he not?

Carnivorous and lusting was an undertone for them. Certainly he felt something for her. What possessed him to kiss her so? It wasn't something he let happen again if he could help it. No he won't lose control of his secret desires again.

Love was a fool's game and he was no fool.

"I never felt threatened in the first place."

He matched her grin with a playful glint to his Russet eyes. Arms coming to cross over his chest as he continued to lean on the door frame.

What a mocking little minx she was and he'd have her no other way.

He fondly shakes his head as he fetches her tools as it were. If you really could call that bad of horrors that.

"Darling I'm always a gentleman I don't know what you mean." He calls over his shoulder as searches the other room for the bag. "Your bag ma biche." He holds up the bag for her as now he dares to step into the room. He places it down next to her. "Do you wish for help or would you rather I make myself busy elsewhere for now?" 

Trust was not something that came naturally to the radio host. Why she could quite easily pin this whole fiasco onto him. She has every right to do so after his earlier actions. Yet he didn't believe she would.

He supposed he just leave it up to the luck of the draw of the metaphorical gun she had aimed and ready to fire at him.

Gradually, she would sit near her deceased spouse. A cross of the legs as she kept her attention on her darling radio host. Every movement just oozes with her grace, her power, her everything.

Confidence had a way of making you seem like nothing could kill you.

You were invincible. Nothing could damage you.

Regardless of murder, binding these two ravenous creatures at the pinkies. It seemed they at least enjoyed each other—why else would someone such as him give her such a kiss? Oh, certainly, she felt something, but why? Of course, she did.

However, nothing would be spoken about such topics. As if it had not occurred.

So with her chuckle, she gave him a vulture gaze, as if she was wondering whether he had thought about it. A tingling smear on her lip.

" I suppose you haven't much competition now. "

Following such a joke, her fingers moved to the corpse's hand, dropping it hard due to how rigid it was. A mischievous glance was tossed his way.

Smacking him earlier did not seem to suffice. She had to mock him as well! Miss Lilith would be lost without such!

Trailing off, she would gaze down; the way she operated when it came to disposing of bodies after such a tragedy was tricky. Nobody knew what they would receive when it came down to it since it was all up to her artistic imagination.

" Why, certainly. I was expecting you would be such a gentleman in doing so. And, for once, I will let it be. "

Did she believe he would not betray her? Such a complicated question. A ringing in the back of her head as she had not given her trust to the likes of anyone!

Perhaps the one bullet in the barrel of Russian roulette pushed against her temple would not enter her brain after such words.

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The living have their eyes opened by closing the eyes of the dead.

The princess and her pauper were the rumors that few around town, not that he had ever paid any mind to those whisperings. Just silly little words that rang with some truth.

He owes a lot of his sudden success to the women and he would never deny the fact. She had helped shape him into the man he was today. Showed him how to demand the attention from his peers that he deserved. After all it was a hard town to live in when you were a man of colour.

There was no question they could so easily kill the other if that's what they both desired to do. He could have taken full advantage of her weakened state.

but the idea was just a trivial thought now

"Who in this town doesn't know about it?"

He grins with his arms neatly coming to be tucked behind his back.

"How truly brilliant your mind is, my dear. I suppose you need me to go fetch your tools for you?"

The concept was a delicious idea to say the least. Use the information already available to them to write the narrative of this event and take control of the massives. No one but he and her would ever know the truth.

"I'm simply offering my services, ma biche we can work out the details of this favor at a later day. For now we have much work to do after all time waits for no one."

The details of this favor could be handled later now wasn't the right time and after all timing was everything in their line of business.

Stare into death, and it will return your stare with the glazed eyes of the dead.

The touch on such a cadaver would continue, and she would immediately notice the radio host's presence before slowly turning to face him again. Her tiny criminal accomplice was from the slums, she was from the towers of grandeur.

Finding such potential in him to promote his performance a few years ago. Despite having her name and business emblazoned on the structure, she mostly let him do what he wanted. A connected secret that will never be revealed to the public. Friends in high places, as it appeared.

Sure, he could have entirely set her up if he had wanted to. If her life had been in jeopardy, someone may have come and shot him between the sockets...But actually, it was just thoughts.

They could undoubtedly murder each other.

" Have you seen that statue they put up of him? Oh yes, I know I'm a bored woman who has too much artistic thought in mind. But..."

A smile turned on her cheeks as she kept her blue hues to his russet.

" The full harvest of a steady hand. Remove all but the entrails, then slide his flesh around the stone like a suit. People will automatically conclude it is someone who despised him. I have never provided such an indication except to you, so there will be no suspicion against me. "

Brilliant. To say the least, the concept made people fearful; after all, murder threats had been made against her estate as a result of her husband's actions. If anything! They might just blame it on that one critical aspect!

" I suppose the papers are already aware of the letters....Are you proposing I ask you for a favor right now? Oh, but that usually requires me to give something in return. "

Favors to be owing and owed. Mortals, like demons, experience contracts.

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A man with a double life as a famous radio star and a prolific serial killer in the midnight hours, it was like playing a game that only he knew the rules of. One thing he never thought in this game he played was companionship with other like minded beings such as her, yet here they stood together.

What was he feeling? A dangerous question to ask himself indeed.

The hand falling at his face broke his focus on his thoughts. He swat at her hand to make sure she doesn't actually hit him. He knows she is not fully back to herself yet but she is getting there.

Never had he met someone who made him question himself quite like she did and it was unsettling, He didn't like to be out of control of himself. He couldn't stand this uncertainty when it came to her.

He is not an empathetic person by nature, far from it actually. So why did he feel for her now? What had changed suddenly to get the radio honest to actually feel something for someone? That was a problem he would have to solve on his own.

Fate is a funny thing, isn't it? if you don't follow, it will drag you where it wants to go and that is what has happened here. Fate had made sure that he had had this lady would be in his life like it or not.

"It's good to have you back."

He means those words truly. He knows where he stands with her again now. Knows the role he needs to play with her. Russet eyes observe her as she exits to the other room.

He only dares to move once she is out of sight going to lean his back on the wall by the doorway out of respect for her he won't enter the room unless asked. She needs a moment alone with her husband after all.

Leaning his head back till it hits the walk he grins to himself at her words. "Oh I'm sure they will have fun with this but you can set what narrative they take. I have few friends at the local paper. I can pull a few strings for you, you only need to ask."

He dares to peek around the door frame then to witness the lifeless body for himself so he could try to understand her words.

"But a display nonetheless one that needs a story to it."

Little got to the mistress since she had been in this game much longer than the other, was always accurate, and was well-known in the area where her tiny surname carried a lot of influence. Perhaps the entire city was afraid of her, but at this point, the situation might easily go downward.

Regardless, she would straighten her spine and clear her voice. A swat to his face after hand to get it out of her system, however, made him know she was not at her full power.

That reduced the strain. Hopefully, it deterred her from seeking another kiss, even if it appeared unexpected.

How ironic that we ended up in such a ring! The best performer has a reputation for being one of the wealthiest. They both chased each other at the beginning before those nasty little truths were revealed.

As if fate was compelling them to form some sort of blood-soaked marriage.

" I feel better now. "

She would smile after her deeds, entirely ignoring the remainder of his comments, as she lingered about him, her beautiful T-strap heels that only the wealthy could afford. Lilith had gathered herself right there, with a few seconds of her lunacy remaining.

Off to the other room, as if led by the black shadows. Her mortal succubus look widened as one finger pressed on the door to open it. More house-related clicks will follow.

Click

Clack

Click

Something about the fragrance of death always made her feel something, if only for a little while.

Corpse is still fresh. She bent her head to glance across and placed a palm on its cheek. " The journalist would devour this. I suppose he could have gone on holiday... Ran away with a man. That is a necessary heated issue for whatever reason. Oh....You stupid man. "

Gently, she caressed with the back of her hand.

" Unless...A display. "

To ponder what she meant by such.

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“It was either kiss you or slap you. I think we can both agree that I picked the lesser of two evils.”

It wasn’t an unknown fact that he would invade people's personal space without so much as a second thought but even he couldn’t fully explain his actions with her right in that moment.

Maybe acting on impulse? Yes, that was the reason he was going to go with. 

There was no other logical reason. He really needed to stop thinking about this.

He lightly taps to her cheek before he drops his hold completely. Honestly her need to still be the big girl was honestly amusing to him.  There was the Lilith he knew so well, his plan had worked after all. 

There is a roll of his eyes before he chuckles at her comment. “Yes, your spouse that is currently dead and is starting the process of slowly rotting in the next room, that spouse?”

Still there not hate toward the poor women just he normal teasing if anything else. It was going to be a long night wasn't it?

"Now are we going to keep standing here gazing at each other or are we going to come up with a plan to take care of your husband? your choice Ma biche"

In some ways, this was quite terrifying. A comprehension issue as she stared at him as if she had gotten what she was talking about just moments ago.

Older than he, she used to run about doing whatever tickled her fancy. The beginning of it all appeared to be her killing her first spouse, so what was the harm in another? She was never this careless before, and she was clearly punishing herself for even little mistakes.

At least she imagined Lucifer would not have witnessed her slicing off a man's head. Probably left a few scars in that blonde head of his.

To have someone she took under her bat-wings move ahead in closeness in ways she never expected caused her to keep mute. The words did not compute.

Why did it feel that way?

Scratch it out of your head. Let's not think of that.

Blue-hues would stare at him as if he just kicked her fucking dog. She would then raise her brow and give a slight hiss in response to these comments. Mainly because Lilith acted like a big girl wanting to take care of herself and do big girl things.

" Keep our heads? The absurdity in those words...I speak about my spouse, and you kiss me? Have you been munching on poppy seeds? "

There would be no aggression from her, no matter what she said. There was no shove since she felt like a cornered animal, even if she kept her act together.