Bane of the Radio: An Alastor and Oc Tale

Part 5

                                   Devyn wasn't able to say anything before being slammed back against the wall to fall to the ground, a sharp cry and grunt before Alastor stepped inside to close the door, eyes glowing red and the shadows began creeping along the walls to darken the room.  Devyn could only guess what this was about, glancing at the mirror that was broken, he could see some green residue possibly magic used by the Radio Demon.  Damn, his bad luck was already starting,

"Alastor... I can explain... please..."

"No.  The time spent here spying for that worthless piece of hardware, I've had to put up with your snarky attitude pretending to be some sort of saint to everyone here.  Such a disappointment, though I could turn you in myself, something tells me Charlie would just sing her Sorry song like she did for that snake when he was caught."  Alastor had watched the conversation between the two, all the way up to the end when he heard Devyn talking back to the other.  Though he was angry with Devyn for the betrayal and fake guise as the nice guy, he could also see the guilt on Devyn's face as the other sat on the ground not bothering to stand or defend himself.

"What?  Have nothing to say?"  Devyn smirked before crossing his arms over his chest, one leg bent and the other laid out,

"You said I couldn't explain?  Not sure how you knew or if you were watching the whole thing, but I didn't do anything wrong.  Vox threatened my club and told me to come here to make sure you don't make a deal with Charlie.  That's it.  As for everything else, I'm pretty sure I told him to fuck off... so yeah you don't have anything on me."  Alastor growled before summoning a few tendrils to reach for Devyn, dragging him off the wall and wrapping around him before hanging the hound upside down to face him.

"Are you telling me he doesn't own you?  So what you said about asking me for help was true?  Meaning... you want to make a deal of some sort?"  It was hard to see what Alastor was feeling let alone what he was thinking about but his smile seemed to widen at the idea, Devyn let out an awkward chuckle as he couldn't move from his restraints.

"I wouldn't give my soul to that idiot, or any of them but well... it was a thought, ya know after I mouthed off to him.  I've done a few small favors for Val and he's helped me keep my club but yeah now... I'm pretty vulnerable.  I figured if I gave my soul to anyone it would be you..."  Alastor raised a brow before allowing his tendrils to release the other as he saw he wasn't going to fight back at all.  They were discussing terms at this point,

"And why is that?  What is it about me that has you so enthralled to throw yourself at my feet instead of taking up with the V's?"  Devyn flopped on the ground with a grunt before he slowly stood up to wipe himself off,

"Well, I doubt you want to hear some lame excuse like having a crush on you but I've admired your work for a long time and even though you went missing for seven years I always kept my radio closeby.  I've learned a few things about you just by watching, you uphold your word and have an honest policy when it comes to your deals.  Sure, you like power but who doesn't," he'd trail off to sigh as he felt he wasn't making himself clear, what was it that he wanted from the other besides being there to help Charlie?

"I guess I hope to be friends?  And if I could get your help protecting my club then I'd happily offer my soul," he placed a hand over his chest, Alastor giving a surprised look as he'd never heard anyone mention friendship.  Sure, he had a few within Hell that he spoke to and or worked with but for this man to openly admit to wanting this, it was throwing him off a bit,

"I must say, I'm unsure of all of this, I can't decide whether to get rid of you or own you.  Being what you are... I feel like you'd be more trouble than you're worth."  Devyn had to admit he got shivers when he heard the other say that about owning him, though he'd remain silent to await what the other wanted to do about him.