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white pilot alastor: 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼
cyn from murder drones: giggle, hello alastor from the hit tv series hazbin hotel.
thukuna: where are the women and children
white pilot alastor: 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓴𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
cyn from murder drones: snarl who the fuck let 1 tooth tessa into our meeting we gotta fucking kill whoever did this
thukuna shakes his head, an eerie smile crawling across his face. he chuckles. "lowly creatures, you dare thpeak ill of the king of curthes?" he raises his hand. "domain expanthion... malevolent thrine."
Alastor pauses before he leans forward, immediately dipping his head to lick Thukunas hand. This action was accompanied by a long and rather loud slurping noise that abruptly cut through the tension in the air.
cyn audibly gasps, tilting her head and staring at the scene before her with a puzzled look on her visor, "gasp, what the FUCK," cyn pauses to lift her head back up, and then makes what one could only assume to be a gagging noise. "GROSS, I HATE GAY PEOPLE."
thukuna pauses, a silence spreading over his domain. in moments, the surroundings crumble, bringing them back to the real world. "you.. how did you know." he coughs, body weakening at an alarming pace. "twink thaliva.. i've perfectly avoided it for centuries." the king of curses begins to melt, letting out an unbecoming wail.
Alastor blinks in surprise, a stunned look on his face before he begins to sniffle. "𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓴𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓴𝓾𝓷.... 𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓾𝓶....." He shifts his stance, leaning back with a shaky exhale. "𝓲𝓶.... 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓽.... 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓫𝓾𝓴𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓻....." he confesses before finally tearing up.
cyn side eyes alastor, "giggle," she pauses, smiling in an eerie manner, and then suggests something, something awful [atleast to alastor, probably,] "just abort it, silly white man."
"𝓬𝔂𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮"
the calm is broken by a pained grunt. thukuna lifts his head weakly. "junior?" he utters, a sharp scowl twisting his features. "my.. thpawn. a shame, you'll never be able to raithe him to match my power." a cough tears its way through him once more and his eyes drift closed. even in death, his frown remains.