[Alastor takes note of the condition of those wings, disgraceful and definitely not befitting of royalty. But now isn't the point to needle further, it would only undermine what he's achieved today, it's merely something he tucks away for possible future use.]
Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.
[He sketches a very mocking bow, a subject stood before his fallen king, and then allows the shadows to take him.
The next few days are spent manipulating the other Morningstar, with pointed comments and seemingly off-hand remarks. Convincing her that the ruler of Hell was busy, and adding to his burden in any way would only drive him off for good. Insinuating that he doesn't want to be bothered by her.
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Date: 2024-03-17 09:30 pm (UTC)Your wish is my command, Your Majesty.
[He sketches a very mocking bow, a subject stood before his fallen king, and then allows the shadows to take him.
The next few days are spent manipulating the other Morningstar, with pointed comments and seemingly off-hand remarks. Convincing her that the ruler of Hell was busy, and adding to his burden in any way would only drive him off for good. Insinuating that he doesn't want to be bothered by her.
It's a good day in Hell today.]