Deals With The Devil (RadioDust)

Day 3

I died in 1947 of drug overdose. I was high out of my fucking mind. An insane wave of pleasure my body couldn't handle.

I stared at the mirror, green dull eyes  staring back at me. Awakened by the harshness of reality.

I looked down at my hands, to my legs, then back at the mirror. Disturbed.

This wasn't my body when I died.

I trailed my fingers on the reflection of my face.

He's much younger. Overworked in the mafia, but still hadn't tasted the overwhelming feeling of being high on drugs.

Angel dust heaved a long sigh. His gaze softening at the reflection of his face.

Did he unconsciously wished for this? To go back in time, to his past self , who was still too pure, too ignorant..

It wouldn't be good to dwell too much on what's happened. It is what it is. A motto that kept him going all this time, why wouldn't it be applied now?

It is much better now, he was finally thinking clearly without the huge fog clouding his mind. A good advantage when the infamous sadistic Radio demon is toying with him. The bastard wanted to mess with him in any way he can.

But he's gonna prove the damn demon wrong. He's Angel fucking dust. He's gonna turn the tides on him and have the last sadistic laugh.

And most importantly he ain't givin' up.

"Ah! Anthony!" Charlie called from behind, her smile radiating the room like a ray of warm sunshine. "How did it go yesterday? You weren't —"

"I wasn't able 'ta get customers", Anthony bit the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from frowning. "But not to worry Charles', those imps wouldn't be able to resist me next time~" he gave her his signature smirk. A front to keep himself from getting fired.

"That wasn't what I—"

The blonde noticed a shadow swirling beside the walls, making him distracted. He turned back to Charlie and grinned.

"Well no more time to waste sunshine, as the saying goes, the early bitch gets the dick!"

"Wha—"

Anthony ran towards the door before Charlie could even retort back. The poor demonette princess was flabbergasted as she stares at his disappearing figure.

"I do wonder where are those imps that couldn't possibly resist you", Alastor says as he examined the barren of dry land. Void of any sinners.

Anthony shot him a disapproving glare, "Fuck you"

"Unfortunately, I am not fond of such activities", the demon says distastefully, getting off of the large boulder he summoned to squish the group of devils to death. Their blood was still oozing down the rock trailing down the red coated soil.

"Well I guess you are again getting a free time off today, aren't you?"

The blonde human crossed his arms, "If this is yer idea of askin' me on a date it's seriously not workin' "

Alastor's eye twitched, his grin raising higher. "Not to worry, the idea hadn't even crossed my mind."

"Oh!" Anthony gasped dramatically, "So, the ever famous and powerful radio demon is just wastin' his precious presence on a pathetic ol' human like me? How scandalous!"
Anthony rolled his eyes, his tone going cold, "Yeah, right"

Alastor stared at him with a twinkle of delight in his eyes.
What a fucking weirdo.

When he spoke his voice was filtered with radio static,
"I am merely making sure our employees are safely doing their job"

Yeah, too safe.

"You haven't forgotten the deal we made, have you?" The red clad demon, had begun walking towards him, his wide grin making Anthony shudder.

"Of course not, smiles" He winked flirtatiously as Alastor backed away from him.

He sighed, he should really stop flirting with him if he wanted to keep his true identity hidden.

"Why? Too excited to make me yer slave?" He narrowed his eyes towards Alastor accusingly, "That's too much, Smiles."

Alastor clasped his hands together, a big sinister grin on his demonic face. "I'm actually rather intrigued to see how far you'll go to follow my orders." The demon was suddenly infront of him, staring straight into his eyes.

"Ś̶͖̫̫͎͛̔̊͛ì̴̛͇̥͍̿̂̈n̵̗̅c̵̢̞̘͓̱̩̭̱͋́͌́ͅͅȩ̵̩͔̩͖̲͕̦̦͕͈̿͑̋̅̄̔̅̇ ̴̥̥̬̄̉͐̈́̿͊́̕͠͝͝ͅI̵̢̻̦̪͙͖͉̪̝͎͌̐̈́̀́̈́̽͜'̵̦̬͕̠̖̤̼̪̆̎͊̍̃̇͘͝l̸̨̟̦̼͍͇̥̯̣̪̻̎̾͌̾̈́̏̓ļ̴̛̙̮͚̱͔̼͎̪̪̒̅̔̔̃̓̈̕͜͝ ̴̥̹̻͍̫͍͎̀̑́͊̐̔͘ͅb̷̛̻̣͐̉̂̓̐̈͂̕͠ę̵̛͖̜̗̣̗͇̔͑̀͒̉̏̋͂̍̽ ̸̘͈̞͔̼̗͎͙̃̾͋̒̓ͅͅo̴͕̙͓͉͖̎̓͑͒̀͝͝w̸̨̖̬͙̤̣͈̺̠͊n̸̖̮̔͗̐͗̋̾i̴̛̛̮̙̭̦̻̯͑́́̇̊̂̊͠ǹ̸̫̞̔̋͛̀͋̂͑̅̕g̸̡͎̭̦̥̩͚̬̣̒̓͊̉̒̀̐͋͝ ̵̱̝́̔̐̚y̵̢̬̳̹̓̈́̋́̑̇͌̀͆̚͝õ̴̖̆̈́̔͌̓u̷̧͓͓̲͓̫͚̱͋̾"

Ba-dump -Badump

Anthony felt his face heat up, a physical response he didn't want to feel with the damn bastard Radio demon.
Hearing his heart also skipping a beat wasn't a good sign, it was either attraction or fear. And the two options were equally the worst.

When he finally recovered, he spoke in a quiet voice,
"Let's just see about that" The blonde crossed his arms and glared at him.

Alastor was persistent to stay close to his face,

"Oh we will, darling"

That didn't make Anthony's predicament much the better.

It was pitch black outside, a reminder that it was night time in hell. He tiptoes his way in the hallways, making sure not a sound could be heard. Charlie's room was away from him but it wouldn't hurt to be careful.
He examined each door he passed through in the halls, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes as he managed to spot the targeted room.

He pulled the key in his pocket, and plunged it inside the keyhole. A little smile pulling over his lips as he turned the door knob open.

He closed the door quietly. Sneaking his way inside, joy was apparent in his tone when he spoke.

"Nuggs! Daddy's back!" He calls cheerfully, a full grin on his face.

He heard tiny little footsteps walking over him. Then his cute little demon pet pig made his appearance.
He opened his arms, waiting for his baby to give him a big hug.

Fat nuggets only sniffed him and went back to hide in the dark.

Anthony felt his whole word crumble, again, a blizzard in his wake.

Nuggets hadn't recognized him.

to be continued...