𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 [𝐴𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑜 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛]

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 || 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏

【（ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＦＩＶＥ）】

     Despite the hotels appearance, the longer I stayed, the more it started to feel a bit like home. As everyone played their respective parts, Charlie tried her best to maintain exercises towards the ideal of rehabilitation, but none seemed to have worked yet.

     I gently pressed my body against the railing, feeling the heat and humidity of hell linger in the air. From my balcony, I could see a good majority of hell. A sullen, fiery place of fear, screams constantly echoing in the background masked by sinister laughs, and streets painted red. Demons running. Others chasing. A game of cat and mouse. I sighed, remembering the times back on Earth, and how one action had gotten me here.

      My hometown was incredibly religious, so I was raised with the same mannerisms. These orthodox methods were embedded in me since birth. Even my partner at the time was religious, and constantly pushed me to seek comfort within spirituality. How ironic that turned out to be.

     Essentially, the fame and fortune proved to be that of sin once he became distant with me. And I had no choice other than to remind him why he fell in love with me. Giving me a one way ticket straight to hell.

     I made my way downstairs, locking my room with a flick of my finger behind me as I passed several empty ones. Despite the hotel being enormous, there wasn't enough guests to fill the rooms.

     Everyone was settled in their respective places; Angel Dust and Husk at the bar, Vaggie and Charlie cuddling on the couch, and Niffty running around trying to stab bugs with a sewing pin, again. Alastor amusingly staring from the top, his arms crossed under his chin.

I took my seat at the bar near Angel who was, once again, flirting with the bartender, "Maybe I'm just interested in getting to know you better, sweetheart. After all, someone like me can never have too many friends~."