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If Alastor had more common sense, then, perhaps, a lot of his current, ah, predicament could probably had been avoided, but as it stood, with him struggling to come back to his feet, back aching terribly after being thrown across the room and chest burning for receiving the full impact of the attack, he couldn't allow himself to show any kind of regret or second thoughts.
For doubt and regret were deadly if displayed to the audience he faced to day, all big names in hell, being for origin or gained strength, it didn't matter much in the great scheme of things. They would all tear apart the weak.
Thankfully, Alastor was no weakling, so he grinned, wide and unperturbed, dusting himself up while seizing up the figure of his newest opponent, one of the Seven Deadly Sins, tantalizing and beautiful as only the embodiment of Lust could be, red eyes similar to his own gleamed impassively, staring him down, daring him to try anything, tension in the room was palpable but Alastor found he didn't care, not really, inside him, he ached for retribution.
Yes, he had sought this out after deciding than seeking out some conflict had been a terrible idea, so terribly bored by the face pleasantries and aimless shatter everyone insisted to uphold in this silly little reunions, the fact that Husker had found a distraction of his own and left him unsupervised was also to be blamed for his decision to provoke the only sin he never respected, so weak, so useless, and yet, so very present among everyone else. Alastor figured it pitiful, attractive and with no power over him, so of course, he tried to make a show out of it. A little humiliation never hurt anyone, and Alastor thought that the entity would be into that sort of thing.
Now he knew, provoking an snake got you beaten, but he never really cowered at the idea of pain, and while only a mild tingle surged through him as result of the supposed influence that would got him writhing and praying for realize, he smiled bigger, full of mockery and taunting remarks. The sin appeared perplexed, too, if the interested curvature of his expression was anything to go by.
What would have happened between the two of them if left to continue, Alastor would never know, because Husk, angry and bothered, appeared through the crowd before anything else could be said, zeroing in him, hissing insults and threats and harsh reprimands, demanding explanations for his clear stupidity and then some self-control from the asshole that had reacted to whatever half-assed insults Alastor had formed. The disrespect to the royal entity was clear, and they snarled, scales ruffling before settling down, looking at the minor demon that dared talk to him as an equal and the infamous Radio Demon, smirking, cruel and knowing when they noted something.
"I would normally not allow such a blatant disrespect but…" They chuckled, grinning, seeing the progressively changing focus and minutely undoing of the deer demon "My wrath will fall upon you as well, alley cat, just you wait."
They laughed, shaking their head and disappearing through the crowd, though Alastor didn't care much about them, nor about the audience still watching the scene held by the winged cat, huffing and muttering unimpressed remark under his breath.
Somehow, Alastor found him particularly… enchanting, and couldn't really explain the rush of urgency that hit him suddenly accompanying the realization. It was unusual of him, to feel this desperate for something, someone, then again, he supposed, Husker was more than just someone.
Surely, they have known each other for so long, and Alastor had found himself positively interested in the other demon, the first one to not fear him in a while, regarding him as an annoyance more than anything else, talking to him clearly and without filter.
As a friend , as a lover.
And it had been so refreshing, so unique. Having something like that once again, the normalcy of interaction, the fluidity of a challenge, the thrill of a good fight of wills, just what he wanted. What he needed. As if Husk had been made with him in mind, for their shared company, and it made so much sense now, it felt so clear, how they were meant to be.
As pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together, bringing endless satisfaction to the existence of the other, the purest of pleasures, the purest of joys.
Alastor grinned, wide and crazed, listening intently to every quip and hurtful word said by Husker, his Husker, so lovely, so good for him. By instinct, Alastor closed the distance between them and held him close, cradling his cheeks and kissing him, shuddering by the intensity of the feeling that coursed through him, perfect, just right, like finding the missing piece he didn't know he was missing. Reaching the Eden he belonged to.
The punch to his jaw took him by surprise and he staggered backwards, pain radiating from the broken bones he was now holding, in front of him, Husk bristled, furious, deadly and beautiful, rubbing furiously at his lips and looking at him with disbelief, demanding explanations, finally huffing in annoyance and stomping away from him.
Alastor ached. Desperate to have him between his hands once more, where he belonged, couldn't Husk see it? What they were? Vicious and aching, Alastor decided to show him.