𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾...

𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾...

Тhe long-awaited night comes extremely softly, enveloping Hell like a soft blanket. The scarlet sky turns purple, becoming even darker than it could have been, while the pentagram becomes brighter, but not so much as to prevent the moon from illuminating the Underworld.

The stars are flashing with rare bright lights in the sky, like an old garland, which it's a pity to throw away, on a Christmas tree. They haven't fully woken up yet to accept the fact that it's time to get to work.

A light cool breeze walked without restrictions through the rather empty streets of sinful cities, in which there were many territories destroyed for clean, playfully throwing light garbage and ashes into the air, shaking grass and foliage, tearing off and carrying away light leaflets that had already been forgotten by everyone.

Everything looked calm, but the evening silence was broken by heart-rending screams, occasionally interrupted by someone's insane laughter and the sound of tearing flesh, because of which the screams were much louder. After all, no one has canceled the pain. And if the pain is inflicted on purpose, then this is completely one thing.

Charlie, inhaling the cool air, once again swung the axe, finally chopping off the exhausted sinner's head and allowing him to find peace, which he did not deserve at all.

Today he didn't bother much with the torture, as he just needed to let off steam, renewing his strength to wait.

The next ball was about to take place, to which the prince was ready to come for only one reason, which had not let go of his heart and head for more than a dozen years.

The heir to the throne wanted to see the same scarlet-haired sinner whose bloody eyes look like real rubies. He wanted to see that gold-colored smile, to hear him call him by name.

Charlie himself sometimes did not understand: is it love or a kind of light addiction? But he was well aware that Alastor had drugged his thoughts more than any wine. Drugged, not allowing you to think about something else.

Once the prince sees this scarlet image, once he hears this beautiful voice, distorted in places by interference, once he looks into these scarlet eyes, he loses his common sense, wanting to be next to this sinner.

- I hope you'll come this time too... Charlie whispered, looking up at the sky.

Taking his axe, the prince went straight to the castle, leaving the headless body lying on the ground, drenched in dark blood.

The fate of other sinners did not particularly concern the heir to the throne, since his mind and soul were occupied only by the Radio demon, who held his heart in power.

Is it right to give your heart into the hands of someone you rarely see, but feel that you already know completely?

Charlie could only say that it might be reckless and stupid, but at the same time it's so nice to know that your heart is in the hands of someone who can decide everything at any moment.

But here the heir to the throne would like to add that it is not only pleasant, but also the thrill of expectation makes you shudder periodically when you remember that you gave the right to choose into the wrong hands.

Sighing, the prince recalls the scarlet image of the overlord, who, when meeting outside the ball, smiles slyly at him, as if saying: "Can you catch me another time?"

Charlie knows, feels in his soul that he can catch him. Not immediately, of course, there will be a lot of attempts, unsuccessful and instructive, but he will definitely not allow Alastor to escape in one of their meetings. Won't let you, finally saying, "I got you."

Quietly approaching the doors of the palace, the heir nods to the guards and they let him through, then closing the massive doors behind him. It is not the first time they have seen such a state of the prince, but they cannot even guess: Why is he behaving like this?