Freddie woke up on the concrete. Oddly, it was red. And even more odd, she should have been dead. 'What the fuck...' she thought. The pilot sat up, rubbing her temple. "Ah, god damnit, my head....where the hell am I....?" She heard a Transatlantic voice, laced with static and enthusiasm. "Why just there my dear, HELL!" The drag king looked up to see a very unsettling man. Very pale. With large, crimson, blood red eyes, crimson hair with black tips, including small black antlers and two large tufts of hair resembling deer ears. He had a large unsettling smile filled with sharp yellow teeth. An old, tattered, red, 1920s suit, an old style microphone on a staff, and freshly polished shoes. Freddie jumped backwards in surprise. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!?;?" the creepy man just chuckled, canned laughter emitting from him like a sitcom. He spoke in that enthusiastic, staticky, Transatlantic voice once again. "I, my dear lady, am Alastor, The Radio Demon!" Freddie scowled. "I'm NOT a lady! I'm a man!" The man looked confused, "but you have all the characteristics of a female." She scoffed "Haven't ya ever heard of a Drag King?" 'Alastor' still looked puzzled. "Of course not..." She mumbled. "Whaddya want from me?" "Why, I simply wish to assist you!" Freddie looked at him skeptically. "I don't believe you just want to help me. I mean this is supposedly Hell. You expect me to believe that you, a demon, for christ's sake just wants to help me outta the goodness of your heart?" He nodded "yes!" She shook her head, "Alright, let me guess, you want me to trade my immortal soul to you for my deepest darkest desires and blah blah blah?" Alastor nodded. The pilot sighed "fine. I'll give you my soul off, and only if, you give me an Extra 330SC aerobic stunt plane." The Radio Demon held out his hand. Symbols began floating around him and the air was heavy with static as he became more demonic. His eyes and voice became dark and heavily laced in static as he spoke. "DO WE HAVE A DEAL?" Freddie just shrugged nonchalantly "eh, what do I have to lose? Deal."
She shook the Demon's hand, binding her soul to his, sealing their eternal deal.
WHOO! That was a real doozy to write. Whaddya think peeps? Is it good enough? I'm just starting my writing career. This is pretty good so far right?
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RomanceDrag king Veronika Grayson, or Freddie, commits suicide and finds herself in Hell. An Imp. After 23 years of agony, and dating, she finds a man who catches her interest unlike any other. Now she has a problem. She's only ever felt like that around w...
