.◅⁑Radiostatic⁑▻.

Vox: I see, and what is your purpose here? *he says, narrowing his eyes.*

*[the human continues.]* "Allow me to cut to the chase. I know what awaits a man like me after death. But I do not want to exist in Hell a tortured soul. I want to secure myself, amongst the highest demons. I want to continue my fun!" *[As he speaks those last words, most of him is in shadow. At the word "fun", the fireplace behind him flares larger.]*

Vox: I see, you're a sadistic one. I like that. *he says, stepping closer to Alastor. he gets right in front of him, his face now visible in the firelight.*

Vox: just know you lost your precious curls.

*His hand flies to his head, fingers grazing the short, unfamiliar hair. His smile vanishes for a split second before returning, wider and more terrifying than before.* You flatter yourself. It's a far more practical cut for the tasks ahead.

*he holds up a mirror, and Lord he sees his new hair. A FUCKASS BOBCUT-*