Dealings With A Kinder Devil

Chapter 2

The solution that Alastor promised came three weeks later.

Angel Dust knew that Alastor had to be secretive about his plan to kill the Vs, lest anyone else in the hotel find out, but he was so secretive about it that he refused to tell even Angel Dust when it was happening. All that Angel Dust knew was that Alastor had recruited his closest, and most powerful friends to help. Rosie, Zestial and Mimzy were all in on his plan to kill the Vs, and he left the hotel for hours at a time to discuss his plans with them. He never told anyone that, of course, but his long absences from the hotel, along with his flimsy excuses upon his return were dead giveaways, at least, to Angel Dust.

"Where the fuck is Alastor? He's been gone for hours," Vaggie huffed, "I know he said that he had some 'business' to take care of, but he never said what it was."

"Don't look at me, toots, I don't know where he is either," Angel Dust responded, standing with his back to the wall. That was a bald-faced lie, and he could only hope that nobody, not even Husk, knew it. The old cat had a nasty habit of seeing right through everyone's lies. Ok, it wasn't a complete lie, since Alastor hadn't specifically told him that he was killing the Vs today, but he'd been gone almost all day, and leaving for the day without a proper explanation was a dead giveaway that he was up to something big.

"Whatever he's doing, I'm sure he'll explain it when he gets back," Charlie added, "I'm starting to worry about him. Niffty said that he didn't touch his breakfast this morning, which isn't like him at all, and he teleported away without telling me where he was going. Normally, he'd at least make an excuse, but today, he sounded almost...Panicked, when I asked where he was going."

Angel Dust looked over at her, stomach dropping. "He was panicking?"

"He was! I haven't seen him like this in years!" Niffty cut in, fluttering into the lobby with a feather duster, "The last time I saw him panicked in any way was when he got hurt while fighting Vox all those years ago! Vox had angelic weapons, and Alastor almost died from his wounds!"

The spider demon swallowed hard, not wanting to think about the angelic weapons that the Vs possessed. Being overlords, they had a lot of them, but he would have hoped that Alastor had the means to defend himself against angelic weapons, but apparently he didn't back then. He knew that asking Alastor to kill the Vs was a tall order, but he didn't want it to cost the radio demon his life.

"I'm sure the red bastard's just out planning the relaunch of his radio show, or getting some ingredients for dinner," Angel Dust said quickly, if only to cover his nerves. He wanted to be free, but he didn't want anyone he cared about to be killed in the process of freeing him. Could the Vs kill Alastor now that he had company to help him, though? Vestial was close with Carmilla Carmine, so he'd likely helped Alastor get the best angelic weapons, and Rosie probably knew most of Velvette's weaknesses, since Velvette was the only V who attended overlord meetings on a regular basis. Alastor wasn't going in alone this time. He had much more power at his hands now.

"Dinner, yeah, he's probably down at the market, buying crawfish," Husk grunted, "The red bastard is real picky about his food. He only buys seafood from this one imp fisherman who brings them up to Pride from Wrath."

"I could go for some of Alastor's crawfish boil right now. I love watching him boil the crawfish alive!" Niffty cut in as she got to work on the furniture. She'd been in Hell for almost seventy years now, but she never got tired of Alastor's cooking, even though all he ever made was the Cajun food he'd grown up with when he was alive.

"Course you do, toots," Angel Dust added, if only to distract himself from worrying about the radio demon. He had no reason to worry; Alastor was the fucking radio demon, and even Charlie, the literal princess of Hell, was afraid of him, and for good reason. It wouldn't be long before the red bastard was back here, and he'd hand Niffty his bloody coat to put in the washing machine, and head up to his room like nothing happened.