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THE RADIO DEMON

Alastor would be lying if he said he didn't like Hell.

He loved it.

No more sneaking about in the shadows to commit his guilty pleasure, hiding who he really was, and pretending he was just your average, simple radio show host.

No. Not anymore.

He had all of the power now.

He could be exactly who he was.

Although, even he would admit that the cannibalism was a little extreme, he'd never once taken a bite out of his prey in his living life, but he supposed it was a price he was willing to pay; besides, it struck a whole new level of fear in his victim's hearts before he destroyed them.

He chuckled.

He had only just died, and he was already making excellent progress in showing these loathsome sinners who was really in charge.

Ha! He had already toppled several Overlords, adding their voices and their screams to his brand-new radio show while taking over their territories, eradicating any demon foolish enough to approach him.

It was almost too easy.

But seeing the fear in every demon's eye when they saw his tall, red figure made it all so much sweeter.

Especially when they were so powerless to stop him.

Yes, Indeedy! He loved Hell.

Humming a jaunty tune, Alastor tapped his cane rhythmically against the asphalt as he strolled leisurely down one of Hell's many streets, enjoying the way sinners scampered away into the shadows as he approached.

However, loud, unholy roars and screeches cut across Alastor's own humming, drawing his attention to a small shop plopped directly in between two skyscraper-like buildings. The shop looked like any other shop in Hell, but in the display window was a picture box.

Alastor openly sneered at the large, bulky device.

He hated. . . no, he loathed Television.

Radio was the true platform to express oneself, using the voice to create images inside listeners' minds as clearly as if it was happening right in front of them was a true art, not like lazy, useless Television. . .

But this Television was playing something incredibly interesting and vaguely familiar.

On the screen was a pretty little creature with a slim, curvy figure, long, perfect pitch-black hair that formed small, pointed horns on the top of her head, and she had a pale, doll-like face complete with large black eyes framed by thick eyelashes and a polite, beaming smile that fully showed the little demon's teeth, not to mention the long, pointed tail curling around in the air behind her as she moved, ripping demons into tiny pieces with an ease that Alastor himself admired. . . she had poetry. . . that was for sure.

He remembered going to the local cinema and watching Toons about the Little Devil Darlin' when he was alive. It had always been good fun. . .

He'd been surprised to see the same little devil down here in Hell, killing other demons with such ease, such grace.

It certainly made the whispers and rumors much more believable.

The Ink Demon.

Impossible to hurt, impossible to stop, a true monster.

Hard to believe such a sweet, lovely-looking creature would be so dangerous.

Then again, no one had ever thought he was dangerous. . . until they had a hunting knife embedded in their ribcage.

Humming in thought, Alastor tilted his head to the side, ignoring the creaking sound of his neck as he moved; perhaps meeting this Ink Demon could benefit him, an ally.

He'd never been very good at making friends, and he had never really wanted any anyway, Mimzy and Rosie were the expectations. But this ink demon might be another story. . .

Or another voice to add to his broadcast? He was sure the sinners of Hell would enjoy hearing her in his show; the Radio Demon conquering the Ink Demon would only cause his powers in Hell to grow; no doubt everyone would know his name then. . . and if nothing else, it was sure to be an entertaining experience!

With a flourish, he spun his cane elegantly in the air, a smirk stretched across his thin face as he went in search of the only other being that struck fear into the hearts of demons the way he did.

The Ink Demon.

Author's Note: Shorter Chapter, sorry! I really wanted to write a chapter from Alastor's point of view to see how his mind works and what he thinks of the Ink Demon, and I had a lot of fun writing it!