𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇'𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙇 - 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

6.

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A deal...?

With the radio demon?

I'm cautious, I'm weary. 

"W... what do you mean, 'manual labour'?" I question, my arms crossed over my body as the suit-dressed demon stands before me, hands kept behind his back formally before his head tilts in the slightest. His red-black locks very lightly shift against his head's tilt, his smile seeping under my skin and heightening my nerves. 

And as a laugh erupts from his throat, the hairs across my body arise instantly in uneasy fear. 

"Why, the rawest kind, my dear-! that Hotel would love to have an extra pair of hands supporting the business, and I think you would be perfect. Shake my hand, work within the hotel part-time and promote Charlie's improbable idea, and in return... I will promote you."

My head cocks in the slightest, still left with even deeper confusion as my eyes dart around the area nervously, cautiously. 

"What do you mean... promote? I'm sorry, but... I don't think you would be the best... person to promote someone like me, and the industry I work in, you know?" 

I admit slowly, carefully. He doesn't react, nor shift in any emotional form, which only leaves me tense and rigid as if any possible movement I make could make him pounce. 

It's also a touch embarrassing to stand, dressed like this. I know this is regular, this is my work, but this feels different. Men are known to explicitly react to what they see as alluring. They catcall, they ogle and taunt with words of vulgarity, but this is normal for me. Working in such an industry desensitizes one to these factors, because it's what's expected. 

But Alastor, such a mysterious man, doesn't provide any of these things. Even when I stand here, wearing such a glamorous, revealing costume, fishnet's and garter's, tightened, strained strings and ribbed bustier. Makeup patted, large feather's clipped within my pinned locks, completely styled. 

Yet against all of these things, he hasn't reacted in any form. It's completely different to any other male's reaction towards me. And because it's a foreign reaction, unknown to me, what's unknown is scary.

"Worries are unneeded my dear, but I must tell you, 

My eyes widen in building fear as I notice his darkened antler's grow and protrude from his skull, contorting scarily and arising high. His eye's glow and burst a bright scarlet as his smile mutates higher, his body towering mine. My lips part as my stomach twists in overwhelming nausea, my heart racing with my blood pumping across my body in terror. My vision blurs and glitches, the air struggling to enter my lungs as my mind muffles with deafening static.

don't ever doubt my skills."

I can't breathe. 

The radio demon towers as his body grow's terrifyingly large, my mind overfilling with the overwhelming sound of static as I hold my stomach down, stumbling back in fear with my throat drying horribly. His glitching, broken voice drowns my mind, prickling my skin and trickling sweat across my skin. 

"O-Okay, yes, yes sir,...!" I nod frantically, my body stumbling to the floor as I've been backed against the wall, my body sinking against the wall with my body shaking violently, my lungs heaving in horror. 

And within that instant, I watch as his body lower's and his antler's sink back into his skull, shortening and returning to his regular form casually. 

"Good, good," He hums with satisfaction, sighing softly. My knees huddles against my body with my body struggling to ease, before he steps before me and reaches his hand towards me. 

"So, do we have a deal?"

My ear's lift with hesitant fear as my body still shakes unmanageably.

My arm lifts and shakes his hand, dread washing against my shaken figure. Overwhelming, green sparks of energy burst from his hand as my body washes against waves of his undeniable power, his cold grasp tightening. The blinding power pounds against my body, it's so much, too much. 

And before I know it, it's sealed. 

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The hotel surrounds me with its reddened interior, tense glances forming around me as Alastor's incident with me still plays upon my thoughts unapologetically. Unremorsefully. I must suffer under those terrifying memories whilst I work under this hotel, and in return, Alastor will take charge of my career's promotional values. Meaning, he controls my performances advertisement's, handles the times and places I perform within, and he didn't even have to take my soul to horrifically coerce me into it.

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