For the past few days, the Radio Demon had been broadcasting from his tower nearly nonstop. No one from the hotel has actually /seen/ him in days, and all they've heard from him was from his radio broadcast, though most of it had been recorded prior. –and most knew not to step foot into the tower without a proper invitation.
Within the tower, though, held Alastor, who was in... quite... the predicament. It was /that/ time of year again, and he didn't want to risk anyone seeing him like this. It was... unbecoming... of someone of his status, and he wasn't sure if he had a good enough handle on his urges when he was like this. Urges that he very RARELY ever acted on.
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After the third day of his nonstop broadcast, he finally had to take a break. He could only write so much content on the spot, and his backlog of the screams he recorded wasn't infinite. The 'on air' light on the tower finally turned off, and he leaned back in his chair with a long sigh. Running a hand through his hair, he groaned in annoyance. Now that he wasn't keeping himself busy with the broadcast, those damn urges came back full force; worse than the days prior.
Red eyes stared up at the ceiling as he tried to reel in his thoughts; his breath heavy, his skin sweaty, and his mind full of filth. Truly, this was one of the worst parts of his Hell.
—However, he was so focused on reeling his thoughts back, that he didn't even notice the silhouette standing outside of the door to his tower. He has truly let his guard down.
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Painful rut ends with painful fuck
Roman d'amourAlastor has been distancing himself because of the painful rut he has been going through. Charlie was worried about him, but Alastor wouldn't answer to her, and refuse to talk to her. Upset that her daughter is upset, Lucifer decided to take matters...
