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"Big talk for someone who's also on a leash."
"Aha, ẁ̴̨ͥ̿ͬ͝h͔͂͟a̸̙̎͆ͧt did you s̗̰͚̘̿̚a̡̻͔̜͂ỳ͖͗̕͝?"
Husk was absolutely right, even in his idea of who had Alastor's soul bound to them, but also very wrong on why. The knowledge that he had managed to continue to hide the full truth from the observant feline was one of the few reasons that his retaliation at the reminder remained merely a psychological show of force, rather than an actual physical reaction from his owner lashing out in anger.
After all, who would ever suspect that he and Rosie had accidentally managed to contractually bind their souls to each other? That their decades of games where they would owe each other for some silly matter or honest aid that they had no intention of cashing in, merely play acting the exchanges for laughs, would cause them to actually gain enough magical leverage to own each other's soul? Or that the reason behind their increasingly wild favors they granted each other was to try to satisfy the contracts that weren't actually written out in definable terms?
Favors such as enabling and protecting the Princess of Hell's obviously doomed dream for mere prolonged entertainment value. Or easily giving her an entire town of an Overlord's contracted cannibal souls for a seemingly suicidal defense of that dream.
When all the dust was settled, the day was saved by the King of Hell, and the two Overlords were still so tightly bound together, it seemed breaking the collars that weighed them both down would be completely impossible. The only positive side they could see was that somehow the thick layers of chains had diffused the holy energy of Adam's attack on Alastor between them enough that the Radio Demon survived, though the recovery period was painful for them both.
Though Rosie and Alastor both adored each other to the point that they nearly considered the other their platonic soulmate, an eternity of this stifling weight would almost certainly drive them both even more mad than they already were.
"Yanno, maybe we should go the evil owner route? Try orderin' each other around all cruel like, see if doin' somethin' for each other that we wouldn't do all willin' like would satisfy this?"
Alastor considered that before sighing, "Perhaps, but there is a slight flaw. I do not see myself as being completely unwilling to do anything you would ask of me, my dearest friend."
Rosie blinked at that, both shocked and thoroughly charmed by his declaration, "Really?! Huh. Even sex?"
He shrugged, "It might not be entirely my cup of tea, but it's not like it would be any great chore either."
The lady cannibal pursed her lips, thinking hard, "What if I asked ya to kill Niffty?"
That actually gave him a momentary pause, "I believe you adore her too much to ask that, but even then I am fairly sure I would find some way of justifying it in my head should you do so."
Rosie's eyes sparkled, "Well, much as it screws that idea completely, I can't deny it makes me feel right special, dearie."