The Radio Demon and the Star [Alastor Fic]

Twisting Trail of Hearts

2024

Wisteria

It was a quieter day in hell. Only a handful of demons were scattered out on the streets. Barely any turf wars had taken place and crime was slightly more calm than normal. A soft breeze pushed around the trash that littered the street. The unusual chill to it was welcomed in the normally hot city.

Wisteria played with her hair as she sat in an alleyway. She couldn't remember what happened after her dinner with the radio demon last night, and that worried her.

Being a lightweight was one of her weaknesses, and she hated herself for forgetting that. The most she could remember was them sharing little stories from before they had expired. The star vaguely recalled telling the stag about how she spent the night in a tree when she fell asleep while playing hide and seek.

She remembered him laughing as she told him that she woke up because she tried to roll over and fell. Even then, the memory was blurry. Did she tell him how she had a broken wrist for three months from the fall? Or that her mother gave her a lecture because she scared the poor woman half to death? She wasn't sure.

Wisteria hated that she couldn't remember what happened afterwards. Did she tell him anything personal?

She could've ruined everything she was working for if she said the wrong thing. Her heart was racing as her anxieties grew. She was praying to all the hells that she didn't mess up.

Her prayers were cut short as a Vox tech employee appeared in the alleyway. She quickly shook away her thoughts. She had a deal to make.

The moths usual, two-fanged smile was replace with a wicked grin full of razor sharp teeth. Her amber eyes held a golden glow as a twinge of pain shot through her body. The black freckles scattered on her forhead were now replaced with a glowing third eye.

Color slowly drained from her wings, light beige being replaced with a pitch black. The false eyes on her wings came alive as well, the glow the same golden color as her others. Her once short nails were replaced with long claws, and golden strands of hair replaced her once black curls.

"W-Wisp.. I need to- ..I need to speak with y-you." The employee stuttered, wringing his hands in front of him nervously. 

She stepped out of the shadows, laughing maniacally as she fluttered into the air, hovering over the demon. He took a step back in fear and she just flew closer.

"Speak." Wisteria said, her voice sickeningly sweet.

"You.. you said you can g-get me out of my deal..?" The demon reused to meet her eyes. Fear and anxiety clearly written on his face.

"Why of course, you just have to agree to play a little.. game with me." She giggled, getting even closer to the shaking demon.

"What game?" The employee asked, finally meeting the moths eyes. Her grin grew wide as she held out her hand. She winked at him, implying he'd found out once he agreed.

Hesitantly, the demon reached for her hand. His clawed grip met hers, and she yanked him forward, his face mere inches away from hers.

"Before we begin, you should know, I'm a liar." The woman laughed maniacally as the demon tried to rip his hand away. She let him go, enjoying as he attempted to run out of the alleyway.

Silky, golden strings shot from the moths clawed fingers. They stabbed into the male and drug him back to her. One thread stitched his mouth shut, silencing his screams before they could leave his lips.

"Hush now, puppet. We don't want to alert anyone." The moth giggled again, taking great joy in the demons fear. Tears streamed down his face and she loved every second of it. She ran her finger down his tear stricken cheek. It had been a long time since she did something like this. She forgot how amazing it felt.