The Radio Demon and the Star [Alastor Fic]

Enchantment

2024

Wisteria

It had been nearing a century since the woman arrived in hell.

The first couple years there were rough. She was learning her new found powers, struggling to get a grasp on them. She also struggled with her wings. The blasted things seemed to have a mind of their own as she first tried to fly.

Countless falls and bruises didn't discourage the girl, and when she finally flew, it was exilerating. She loved it. The wind, the freedom.

She may have died, but she was thriving.

The star continued to sing. Preforming countless concerts all over, yet no one knew when she was going to appear.

At first, they didn't believe the woman was real. She appeared in a small bar, seeming to have come out of the shadows. There was a karaoke night going on, the stage was empty while people waited for a brave or drunken soul to stagger up the rickety steps.

Then she was there.

She was dazzling under the dim spot light. Her voice mesmerizing as she sang with a deep rooted passion.

Once her performance was finished, a drunken woman had asked for her name, wanting to sing a duet with her.

The star simply whispered her response, then vanished back into the shadows.

Everyone thought she was an allusion, or a liar. Why would the famous Honey Suckle, who died five years prior to the event, suddenly be in hell?

How did the enchantress stay unnoticed for so long? Was she in hiding? Or did she fall from the heavens?

What darkness laid beneath the sugary sweet surface? The radio demon was most intruiged. Wisteria knew he was.

She'd see him around, interrogating locals, trying to find where her next show would be. He'd have no luck, and that angered him. His darling little mystery was even more elusive in death.

She would taunt him. Show up at places in his territory. Not to preform, but just long enough to send him into a rampage as he tried to hunt her down.

Oh how she loved the chase, loved their little game of hide and seek. She also loved the control. She was the puppeteer now. Choosing who gets to see her and when they do.

She was the sinners daydreams, and the overlords little mouse.

Wisteria was confident, yes. But she wasn't stupid. While still powerful, she knew it was nothing compared to the radio demon. Her stage tricks were no match for his raw power.

So, all she could do was hide. Something she did well. The moth didn't hide out of fear. After all, there was no reason for the stag to harm her. She just simply enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

Eventually though, the mind grows bored of the same games. So, as the extermination came to an end, she decided it may be nice to have a permanent stage.

The star rapped her knuckles against the hotel door. She heard shuffling inside, followed by muffled yells. The door swung open to reveal a blonde haired demon wearing a blood red suit. At her side was a slightly shorter girl, with white hair and greyish skin.

"Princess, I'm so glad to meet you!" Wisteria said enthusiastically, pulling the girl blonde into a hug. "I saw the advertisement for your hotel on the picture show and I just had to come on by!"

"Uh, thank you, uhm.. who are you?" Hell's princess awkward returned the hug, stepping back immediately once released.

"Oh, how rude of me. I'm-" Wisteria was cut off as loud radio static filled the room. She winced, but her smile remained.