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Chapter 6

The Radio Demon strode to the stairs across the lobby, chin held high. Once he reached the top of the stairs he resolved to record another one of his radio broadcasts. After all, he hasn't had a chance to do one in the last couple of days, being preoccupied with organizing events and other paperwork at the hotel. Now that it is confirmed that sinners can be rehabilitated, the hotel has had its schedule filled with paperwork and Charlie going to Heaven more meetings, yet not many sinners were joining. They were still doubtful anything could be changed about their ways. After all, they were sinners in life. Hell was their eternal punishment. What could be fixed about that?

Once the deer reached his room he sat down at his radio station and started setting up. The Radio Demon got his signature, 'Oh Deer.' mug and fixed the... I don't know, settings? When he was almost done, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucifer across the hotel (on the other side) in his room, glaring at him from afar. He thought Lucifer was stupid for SPECIFICALLY requesting Charlie to give him the farthest room from him, not that he didn't mind. Alastor passed it off as the little person being his duck-loving (by the way they don't know about his duck obsession. Yet. ), strange old self, never having an explanation for anything. For example, when Lucifer didn't join Charlie and her friends to fight on extermination day earlier. He ignored it and got back to work.

"Hello, my dear listeners! Sorry for my recent disappearance! Although it wasn't as long as seven years this time," The deer, with the flick of a switch, turned on a laughing sound effect. Once it faded, he continued, "Ha ha! It must have been quite boring without me. Going through the day without the remarkable radio to chase away your boredom must have been a treacherous journey! Now, let's get right to it!" Alastor began to list some stuff that had happened in the past couple of days throwing in some opinions about TVs, sometimes commenting here and there, maybe some trash talking, and probably some gossip too tbh.

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He was talking for about thirty minutes, of informing his viewers of recent news, but his mind kept on wandering to what the short king was doing in his room earlier. He returned his focus to another thing and decided to end his broadcast. "Well, my listeners, sorry to inform you all that this broadcast is coming to a silent close. I hope you all tune in and listen next time, thank you and goodnight!" 

He left some jazz on before closing everything up. The Radio Demon finally fully looked to his right, out his window, where the short king was staying at the moment, and noticed peculiarly that there were craft supplies scattered on it. They varied from paint brushes to markers and Alastor was pretty sure he spotted a screwdriver in that clutter too. Through the window, he could only see a bit of Lucifer's room but he was able to see half an unmade bed and clothes scattered on the floor. The rest of the room was filled with... ducks? There were ducks on the short king's bed and desk and a pile out in the corner. Why would he have ducks?

A/N

Sosososo sorry i havent has anyyyy motivation to write. 

This chapter has been in my drafts for such a longlonglonglonglong timeeee

ill try and remember that wattpad is an option for when im bored rather than rewatching shows for the seventh time

ill try and post again soon!

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