The shadow deer silently pawed the stage as it kept blocking Angel from passing.

"Soft? Me?" Alastor began laughing at the idea, the sound unhinged. "Everyone knows I'm there to watch its denizens shoot for Heaven and fall back into the fire pits of failure! Angel himself was there when I told the princess."

Alastor turned to start walking towards Valentino, popping the last of the heart into his mouth as he did so. He swallowed.

"Hell is so boring. The hotel is such a delightful new source of entertainment. It's no fun when someone uninterested in the game interferes."

Alastor allowed his tight grip over his powers to loosen, its influence starting to spread across the club as black lighting bathed the room in neon shades. Deer motifs that had never been present before made themselves known. It wasn't much...yet...but he was giving a warning.

But simultaneously he was digging at not just Valentino but the three V's in general, arguably Lucifer as well. Hell and all its eternal torments was boring. Meaning the three V's didn't make things even slightly interesting. No, it was the often-mocked Princess of Hell and someone like Angel Dust that had peaked his interest.

And Alastor was known not to take kindly to those who went after things he saw as his.