[to be honest, Alastor hadn't noticed Lucifer. He was just another stupid bleached-out bird wanna-be walking around. But that voice. Grating and pretentious and all too familiar. There's an audible cracking noise as Alastor turns his head (in a way that should not be physically possible) to glare daggers at the King of Hell.
If looks could kill...
His eye twitches and he manages to compose himself, turning his body to be in proper alignment with his head with additional cracks. His ever-present smile slides from a sneer to a saccharine-sweet one that never the less doesn't reach his eyes]
Your majesty. I didn't know you had arrived. How... wonderful.
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If looks could kill...
His eye twitches and he manages to compose himself, turning his body to be in proper alignment with his head with additional cracks. His ever-present smile slides from a sneer to a saccharine-sweet one that never the less doesn't reach his eyes]
Your majesty. I didn't know you had arrived. How... wonderful.