I sit in Angel's living room. I stare at the flames. I still have the rest of the week off, but how can I enjoy it?
"Master, your move." My Shadow says.
I look at the chessboard. I move my knight that gets his rook out.
"You seem in a daze." He says.
I ignore him. I see the package. My Shadow brings it over and puts it on my lap. I open it.
"What the-" I start.
There was something wrapped in gift paper. I remove it. I jump when I see it. A doll. A perfect doll made in my image. It looks just like me. It had buttons for eyes, red buttons. I run my hands over the doll. Its stiches were coarse and feel rough.
I shoot my hand back. I nicked it on a needle. The blood enters the doll.
"Are you alright Master?" He asks examining the wound.
"It's just a little hole." I say.
I look at the dull. The more I look at it, the more I see its darkness. I can feel its darkness. I hear screams. I see something in the red eyes. Something dark and horrible. I see screams. I see souls being dragged down to the fires of Hell. I drop it. I draw back panting hard.
"Did you see that?" I ask.
"No, what did you see?" He asks.
"Get the doll away from here. Far away from here." I say.
He nods. He grabs the doll and moves out of the house.
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HorrorThis is kind of a Fanfic about the Radio Demon's past. I got the inspiration from the comics on this and I'm taking some of their ideas but I'm changing them slightly. Alastor had an abusive childhood, and his dad was a really bad one. I'm highlight...
