(( Revamp :: 11/28/24 ))
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Texted Angel, over an hour ago. And now, you were stuck with this; A sloppy, uncoordinated overlord who smelled of cheap tobacco and whiskey, an embarrassing difference to his usual regal and composed public persona. God, he was a mess. Eyes half lidded and words coming out in mumbles that were to quiet to make out and put into actually sentences.
Not to long ago, Angel Dust, an acquaintance of yours, had challenged Alastor to a drinking game of sorts. How the adult film star managed to persuade the man was beyond your knowledge, but all you know is that the outcome of this challenge, didn't end well for The Radio Demon. Because of the other sinner's idea, and because Angel pussied out, you were now force to take care of Alastor until he was sober. Which meant you were stuck with him.. for the rest of the day. Oh joy..
" Dear Satan.. The heat in here is unbearableeee.. " Whined the Overlord. Tossing the blanket off of him and towards the floor. This was what you had dealt with for the past 20 minutes. While you normally enjoyed the presence of the man, now all you could think of was putting yourself out of this misery by throwing yourself out a window. " I feel like I'm burning in hell.. oh wait, I'm already here, hehe !! " He giggled. A slurred, more of a wheeze kinda giggle.
The liquor was running its course throughout his veins as we speak, all evidence of his calm nature completely thrown out of the window. You were still getting used to this new version of him, and you knew that once tomorrow came he would either kill Anthony, or sulk in his room for a good week out of humiliation.