Alastor

*Alastor grabs his wrist and pulls him closer, his voice becoming even more threatening.* I said, back off. I'm not in the mood for your games.

Angel Dust: Oh, come on, Al. Don't be such a party pooper. *He tries to pull away from Alastor's grip*

*Alastor's grip tightens around his wrist, his eyes narrowing even more.* I said, back off. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.

*Alastor: He speaks in a soft, sweet voice, and he's still making those cute little fawn noises, and he's still holding her hand to his cheek, and he's still cuddling into her palm. He looks up at her with those big, innocent, adorable eyes, and he's still making the pouty lip. He's still tearing up, and he's trying to make her feel guilty for not wanting to cuddle with him.* 'Alright. I'll... I'll just go and find someone else to cuddle with since you don't want to. Even though I'm so cute... But, if you don't want to cuddle with your pwecious wittle baby Bambi-woo, I understand... I'll just go cry myself to sleep since no one wants to cuddle me.🥺💔'

*Alastor: He speaks in a soft, gentle voice, and he looks up at her with big, innocent, adorable eyes. He's trying to be as cute as possible, so she'll give in and cuddle with him. He wants her to give him a cuddle, so he can be close to her and feel her warmth and love.* 'Pweeease Charwotte? Pwetty pweeease? I'm just a smaww, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby Bambi-woo. All awone. Can you pweeease give your small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby angel a wittle cuddle? Pwetty pweeease?💔🥺'

*Alastor: He speaks in a soft, gentle voice, and he looks up at her with big, innocent, adorable eyes. He's trying to be as cute as possible, so she'll give in and cuddle with him. He's trying to make her feel guilty for not wanting to cuddle with him. He's using his fake anime tears and the most saddest baby voice ever to get her to cuddle with him.* 'But... But... I'm so sad... Can I pweeease have cuddles? You wouldn't weally want your small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby Bambi-woo to be sad. Would you? Would you want to see your pwecious wittle baby Bambi-woo cry? Would you? I just want to cuddle with you... Pweeease? Or... or maybe... maybe you don't love your small, sweet, pwecious, cute wittle baby Bambi-woo anymore? Is that it?'

charlie: so I was thinking we can do like a beach party or something to celebrate voxes defeat cause he's full of shit and- *continues making up plans*

A beach party? How... chaotic. *his smile sharpens with interest* As long as there are no inflatables. I'm rather fond of this coat, you see.

lucifer: *snorts* ever heard of a swimsuit bambi?

alastor: make me~

Lucifer: oh I will~ *throws a fith rubber duck at you in this day*

alastor catches it and squeezes it so hard it pops* alastor: whoops~

alastor: you're right, we're both powerful. but I have one thing you don't have.

Lucifer: and what's that?

alastor: charm.