The Radio Demon and the Star [Alastor Fic]

Hazy

2024

Alastor

The stag wiped his bloody hands on his suit, staring at the mangled mess of corpses before him. His bloodlust was on overdrive, the pained screams from the sinners seemed to send him into a spiral. He loved hearing those screams. The weak pleas for him to stop the torture.

Alastor spun around as he heard footsteps behind him, ready to attack the unwelcome visitor.

"Easy there, sugar. It's just me." Wisteria's voice seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.

His gaze turned softer, radio dial pupils returning to normal. His large antlers shrunk in size as the moth continued her approach.

"I'm surprised you actually kept one alive." She said, nodding to the bloody demon a few feet away from the pile of dismembered parts. The mentioned demon was missing a arm and an eye, but he was alive nonetheless.

"He's only alive because you requested it, my dear." Alastor grinned at the sinner. He loved seeing the pure terror on his face.

Wisteria moved closer to Alastor, red cloth in her hand. Once in front of him, she gently grabbed his chin and wiped the blood from his mouth.

"I see you enjoyed yourself a little snack." She giggled.

The radio demon said nothing. Butterflies were swarming in his stomach. It seemed they always did around the star. This time, instead of wishing they would disappear, he welcomed them. Being around Wisteria was like a drug, and he was an adict.

Alastor could tell the moth was a bit tipsy. Her eyes were glossy and half-lidded, a relaxed grin on her face. Her movements were slow and unsure.

"Come, my dear. It's my turn for a drink." The stag grabbed her hand.

"What about him?" She pointed to the barely alive sinner.

"We'll deal with him tomorrow, my darling." Alastor pulled Wisteria out of the auditorium, leading her back to the bar. He let go of her hand once she sat down.

Sitting next to her, he ignored Huskers stare. The bartender just slid him a glass of rye. He valued his life too much to question the radio demon.

Husk gave the moth a glass of apple juice, despite her protest and whines of not being five. Eventually, the star realized she wasn't going to get any more alcohol and drank the juice in silence.

Alastor ended up losing count of how many drinks he had. Husker had left the bottle of rye with the stag long ago, the bartender needing sleep.

Wisteria, now completely sober, continued to sit with Alastor. The drunken male mentioned multiple times that he enjoyed her company. He also made sure to let her know just how enraptured he was with her earlier show.

The stag was unfiltered when he was drunk.

"You're so beautiful" Alastor muttered, staring into the moths amber eyes. He placed a hand on her face, caressing her cheek. "I want to kiss you."

The stag frowned as he spoke. The butterflies in his stomach were getting worse, and he felt a bit odd. He wasn't lying he said that. He did want to kiss the star. He just wasn't sure if he hated or loved the fact that he wanted to.

"Al, you're drunk." Wisteria said, a light blush on her cheeks.

"What does that have to do with what I said, my dear?"

"You're not thinking straight right now."

"On the contrary, my dear, I am thinking straight." Alastor leaned closer as he spoke. His hand was still resting against the moths cheek. She placed her hand over his, a soft sigh leaving her lips.