Corrupted: Death Follows (Male Reader x Charlie) (BOOK 3)

A Wicked Flame Sparks

After such an eventful day, Y/N woke up a bit groggy. His wife was already up, down in the lobby doing her duties. The corrupted demon leaned up and rubbed his head, still exhausted even after his heavy sleep. He looked around the room before getting out of bed and getting himself ready. He grabbed his phone and put it in his pocket, and then left the room.

He walked down the hall and called the elevator. As the elevator ascended towards his floor, he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out to see it was a message from an unknown number. He opened it to see what it said. However, there were no words, only a picture. It was a photo of him walking on the sidewalk in Hell. Y/N was getting tired of this, this stalker person that plagued him. Sure, it could be someone different, but no one besides the Hazbin crew knew his number. And this style of ominous communication matched the style of the person who lured him to the place at the docks. He decided to figure out who this was, regardless if this was the same person or someone new. As the elevator doors opened, awaiting its rider, Y/N turned around and went up the stairs to Alastor's radio tower. He knew if anyone could figure out where this came from, it would be him.

He entered the space, decorated by vintage posters and framed records. He found Alastor tidying up his desk, making sure it was pristine. "Hey," Y/N said, making his presence known.

"Ah, hello Y/N," he responded, focusing his attention on his visitor. "What brings you to my humble workplace?" He asked, crossing his arms behind his back.

"I got this weird text, and I'm pretty sure the same person has contacted me before. I want to find out who they are" he said, pulling out his phone and showing it to Alastor. He looked at it for a moment, then began to ponder after focusing his gaze out his large window, overlooking Pentagram City.

"There's not much I can do, however...I know of someone that could help you" the Radio Demon responded, a slight fist forming in his hands. There was some aggression, but minimal.

"Alright, who?" Y/N asked, ignoring Alastor's body language.

"Vox. He knows all about tech down here. If you need to figure out where that came from, Vox is your closest bet. Now, to get him to help is the difficult part" Alastor said, turning around to face Y/N. He walked around his desk, thinking as he paced.

"So, can I just go wherever he is and talk to him?" Y/N asked, trying to figure out how to do this.

"I doubt it. That self absorbed asshole won't let in anybody he doesn't know, but..." Alastor began, before finally conjuring up a plan for Y/N to find out who his mysterious contact was. "He may know of a certain beast that has killed hundreds of thousands and destroyed a bit of property along the way" he finished, laying out his plan.

Y/N understood what he was referencing. "But I can't control it. It would be useless" he responded, knowing what laid within him was another being, not a part of himself to control.

"Well, in that case," Alastor said, his fingers rapidly tapping his cane. "Just send it anonymously. Have proof that you are the corrupted demon, but you don't show your face" he stated, showcasing the new plan.

"So, the corrupted demon is asking him instead of just regular old Y/N" said the corrupted demon, understanding the plan.

"Precisely my fellow, now get a move on! The V's have a meeting today so Vox will stop by his personal office to get any belongings before heading out" The Radio Demon said, with a bit of disgust.

"You really hate that Vox guy, huh?" Y/N asked, noticing Alastor's body language.

"He's not an immediate threat or constant worry, but he's a persistent pain in the ass. Has been and will be, unfortunately" Alastor said, explaining the relationship between the Demon of Radio, and the Demon of Modern Technology. Y/N nodded, understanding and then left the radio tower, a plan now set in motion.