Deals With The Devil (RadioDust)

Day 6: A crack in the mirror

Now that he thought about it. The radio demon was often kinda nice in his own weird way.

"Husker, my old friend!"

Anthony glanced to the direction of the noise, seeing Alastor and Husk on the pub.

" 'm not yer friend, don't fuckin ' ever call me—"

"You seem to have a shortage in your liquor" With a snap of his fingers the once empty shelves were now full of new wine and bottles. "Now, what was that?"

Husk hiccupped and stared at the haven of cheep booze and beer. "Wanna toast?"

"Look Al, I have realized something—"
Charlie began, she was walking back in forth, appearing serious.

"That sinners are unfathomably devious and miserable, and cannot afford redemption?", Alastor sat cross legged on the couch.

"Nope!" Charlie chimed, "I made flyers so that Anthony can hand them over to them!" She grins, handing the flyer infront of Alastor's face.

The radio demon got up from his seat as he grabbed the paper from Charlie's hand. "How disgustingly adorable, Princess." He smiled.

"However, may I give a few significant suggestions for this...amazing plan of yours."

"Oh absolutely Al! You're our sponsor after all"

"Splendid!" He grabbed Charlie, walking beside her. "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

The blonde demonette princess agreed and happily abided to the Radio demon.

Anthony had sunken down on his seat, a suspicious eye on Alastor as he trace their figure.

"Don't you ever get too close on me you Pompous Cheesy Talk-Show Shitlord!" Vagie pointed his spear in Alastor's face. The demon only grinned, as he appeared instantly beside the moth demonette.

"Now, now, feisty aren't you?", he whispered to her, "Quite admirable" He patted Vagies head, as his figure towered behind her.

"To be honest, I've never believed these shitty demons can get redeemed " Alastor says, a smirk on his lips. "That is what your thinking, isn't it?"

Vagie backed away and made her stance again, the tip of the spear pointing to Alastor's throat.

"Stop spouting lies!" She shouts defensively, her grip tightens on the weapon.

Alastor taps his chin, and leaned closer,
"If anything, your reaction gives you away." He shrugs, "Well, don't be embarrassed, you're not the only one"

"Sinners don't have a place in heaven, and it would be better if your girlfriend doesn't get too disappointed with her overblown dream of redeeming them. In such cases, we must hope she would love to see the suffering misfortune and failures of these demons."

Alastor grinned and tapped her shoulders, before disappearing into thin air. Leaving the purple haired demonette to dwell on her thoughts.

Anthony who was just passing by, sighed, scratching his head.

This isn't an act of being nice. He's literally planning on ruining the entire hotel!

"Well hello there my effeminate fellow!" Alastor magically appears beside him, the big grin always plastered on his face.

Anthony frowned slightly, "yer seriously creepin' me out, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Hm?" Alastor hums, the soft jazz he was playing on the background getting quieter, "But you have been used to this, haven't you?"