Flames

Flustered

Alastor made the mistake of looking up. Now the two both froze as the stared at eachother for a moment, Alastor blushing heavily. This was only for a few moments though, as Alastor quickly stood up and brushed himself off,
"There we go! Good as new I'd say! Now if you need me for anything else I'll be just up in my room, a plus tard!" Alastor said the last bit in French before quickly disappearing from the lobby,
"Wait-" Charlie tried to say, but he was already long gone. Angel looked at the spot where he vanished for a few seconds, before wiping his soft blush from his face,
"Aww Radio-boy~" Angel mumbled to himself, a small smirk on his face. Charlie then went to get things for Angel and the others watched him, he was slightly annoyed but he knew they cared.

Alastor teleported into his room, he was breathing heavily. He pushed himself against his door, shutting it, he then slid down the door onto the ground. He clutched his chest, his heart was beating twice as fast as before. His eyes were wide and his face was a dark shade of red,
"W-why am I feeling like this?" Alastor questioned himself, looking down at his hands. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, why was he like this? And around Angel of all people.

He had never felt something like it, it was such an odd feeling, like his heart was going to blow out of his chest. He felt almost light headed and incredibly awkward around the spider, he didn't know why! He hated the feeling, why did it happen though? Angel was an annoying slut who would only make idiotic sex comments around him, why did he feel so odd around him?

He shook the thoughts out of his mind and stood himself up, he had no time for this, he had paperwork to do, a broadcast to do. He moved over to his desk and sat down, snapping his fingers to open his crimson curtains. He picked up his pen and looked at the paperwork, where to begin?

He tried to do his work in peace but just couldn't, he couldn't stop thinking about the spider demon. It annoyed him, why did his mind care, why did he need to think about the demon at this specific time. Why did he want to know the full story? Why did he want to know what caused those wounds, why everyone was so fearful and what they had been doing. But who though? Why did he have bullet wounds, who shot the gun, who harmed Angel?

He stood up once more and grunted, there was really nothing he could do without thinking of Angel! He didn't even bother to put his coat back on and he just left the room and headed downstairs to the lobby.

He tied his hair up in a ponytail is he went down the stairs, he could've just teleported, or used the elevator, but for some reason he didn't think of it that time, maybe because his thoughts were being occupated right about now. He tied his hair up and put his brightest smile on, looking around the lobby to see who was around. Vaggie was the only one in the room,
"Well it's awfully quiet in hear isn't it?" Alastor said, putting on his usual upbeat tone to his voice. Vaggie just nodded, not looking up from her phone,
"The others are with Angel, why? Are you looking for them?" Vaggie asked, glancing at him suspiciously. Alastor just chuckled and made his staff appear,
"No no! I'm just going out, I was just going to tell Charlie incase she looks for me! But seeing as your the only one here you can convey the message for me!" Alastor said, spinning around and walking past the bar, towards the door. Vaggie rolled her eyes and growled,
"Yeah whatever. Prick." She said.

Alastor shut the hotel door and made his way down the streets of hell, demons coward in fear as they saw the famous radio demon waltsed down the dirty, littered street. He just kept his grin on, making eye contact with no one, even the demons that gave him dirty, threatening looks.

He went down the pride ring and stopped at a large dark building, he sighed happily, now this was his place. He entered the building and pulled a key out of his breast pocket, he used it to open the dark crimson door Infront of him. He entered and his nostrils were filled  with the amazing stench of a rotting body, and blood. He took it all in and looked at the dismembered corpse in the corner of the room, he would have to ask Nifty to clean that up later.

He sat down at the desk in front of him and looked at his microphone for a moment.
"Ready to Air Alastor sir?" The microphone said to Alastor in a voice extremely similar to his. Alastor put on his largest grin and gave a nod,
"When am I not?" He said with a chuckle, sitting himself up straight. Alastor adjusted his microphone a little before giving a final thumbs up, his microphone responding with static followed by silence.

Alastor heard the beep and knew that was his queue,
"Hello my fellow sinners, it is your favourite demon Alastor speaking! I hope you are all having lovely afternoons here in hell, I thought it would be time for a little broadcast, so settle in my little darlings, and listen to the tunes of the radio demon~" Alastor whispered into the microphone, he spun round in his chair and chuckled, he loved doing his broadcast, always made him feel better.

As he himself settled into his comfortable space, he forgot all about his wonders, just focused on giving the sinners of hell a good source of entertainment. He turned to face the window in his broadcasting office and watched the bright red sun set, and be replaced by a sheet of blood red star filled sky. He played some sweet sounds and even sung himself, he just tried to have as much fun as he could during his broadcasts, it was his happy place.

His broadcast went on until the late late hours of the night, or early hours of the morning. His broadcasts never really went on this long, occasionally when he needed to blow of some steam, but this was quite something, yet he never ran out of things to talk about, that's what sinners listened to him for, he was never boring to listen to. He payed no attention to what time it was, he just continued speaking, playing songs, speaking some more, occasionally throwing in the few dad jokes, insulting overlords.

He spun back around once more to face his desk, once he saw the time his eyes widened,
"Oh! My apologies my fellow sinners, it appears our airing time should come to an end. I hope you have had as much fun as I have, I will see you all in the near future, this has been the radio demon. Thank you for listening. Stay tuned~" And with one more click of the microphone, he was off air.

He hummed to himself as he stood up from his chair, spinning around in glee. He always felt full of joy after a broadcast, well, more full of joy the usual. He winked at the dead corpse and chuckled to himself, opening the door and shutting it with one swift movement. He made his way out of the building and back down the streets of hell, although once again he could've teleported, he thought a nice long walk was always could for him.

Although the broadcast had taken his kind of off Angel, he could still feel the thought at the back of his head. He still just tried to push it back even further, if he didn't think about it it wasn't his problem.

But that didn't stop the problem from existing.