Complicated and Sad \\ RADIOSILENCE

[6] - Child

📻 ┃⤷ Alastor's POV

(CW: Violence, gore, angst)

Early 1970's.

It was late in the afternoon, and Vox and Alastor were at a local bar getting some drinks. It was only around 4 pm, so they weren't planning on drinking too heavily. Just one or two drinks each.

Alastor was feeling fairly irritated from his day- he had done two kills, but both had given him a hard time. He had to chase them each down and use physical force to kill them. That was too much trouble for a simple kill, and he was frustrated with himself for almost screwing them both up.

So right now he was fairly quiet as Vox was rambling on about his new entertainment company. Alastor flicked his ear every few moments so Vox knew he was still listening, and he just sipped his whiskey, slowly drinking it. He savored the taste, feeling himself begin to relax more.

"I'm gonna become the biggest entertainment company in all of Hell!" Vox cheered himself on, finishing the last of his first whiskey before moving onto his second. Alastor let out a small chuckle, amused by Vox's energy.

"Is that so?" Is all he said in response. He glanced at Vox, grinning.

Vox nodded his head quickly, immediately drinking his new glass of whiskey.

Alastor chuckled again, finishing his own glass. They both went quiet for a moment. After a few minutes he sighed and turned on the stool, leaning his back against the bar counter and propping his elbows on it.

"Y'know, I sort of feel like killing right now."

Vox laughed. "You always do, Al."

"I suppose I do, but right now I really want to."

Vox laughed again. "Go for it. I'm gonna sit back and watch this time, though."

Alastor shrugged and stood up, pulling his sleeves down and adjusting the ends. "Well, your loss." He looked around, then looked back to Vox, smiling. "Come on."

He led the way out of the bar, walking down the street, looking around at the other demons walking the streets. Vox was behind him, also looking around. Alastor kept an eye out for someone that looked at least somewhat appetizing- he was hungry too.

He paused, noticing a younger sinner leaning outside of a restaurant, just up against the wall. Right next to an alleyway. Young meat was always the best, and Alastor felt like he needed that. So he nudged Vox and pointed at the sinner.

Vox glanced that direction, looking a bit confused. "Why her? She seems fairly young."

"Young is good. They taste better when they're fresh in hell." Alastor grinned more, stepping backwards into the alleyway behind them and melting into the shadows, reappearing in the alleyway next to the sinner.

He waited carefully, standing on the shadows, waving slightly to Vox as he stood back across the street. Vox gave him a small thumbs up, and Alastor summoned his power now, forming a tentacle that reached from the wall next to him and shot out, wrapping around the sinner's ankle, and dragging her down and into the alleyway, throwing her to the ground.

Before she could scream, Alastor summoned another tentacle that covered her mouth, holding her head against the ground too.

He felt himself grow excited at her struggling, the muffled screams making more adrenaline pulse through his body. He turned and walked over, pressing the bottom of his cane against her chest, right close to her throat, holding her down more.

He walked closer, leaning over so he could look down into her panicked eyes, his own glowing dimly.

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be, my dear."