𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

♦️_𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 ½: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥_♦️

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╰---------➤ ❝ [𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑] ❞

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Around 1 am...

Husk finished washing the glass cups, his thoughts consumed by his daughter. As 1 am approached, the crowd dwindled, leaving only the familiar regulars. Alastor, the Radio Demon, settled onto a barstool, his intense blue eyes sweeping the room as he acknowledged him with a cheerful grin on his face: "Just the usual, my dear Husker~,"

Alastor's voice, tinged with radio static, responded as Husk deftly served the Overlord's drink and prepared his gin and tonic. While minding his own business as he continued polishing wine glasses, Husk sensed someone chuckling behind him and felt their gaze on his red wings to which he could grumble.

"What do you want?" 

"Whatever do you mean by that, Husker?" Alastor tilts his head, pretending to be confused, and continues: "Can't a friend make a conversation with the bartender?" 

"You may do what you please but, you ain't gonna fool me, you damn radio demon." Husk's expression turned guarded, he stopped polishing the glass and snapped again: "Now for the last time, what do you fucking want, Alastor?" 

Alastor's grin widened mischievously, his gaze fixed on Husk's crimson eyes. "Oh, Husker~," Taking a sip of his drink, he sighed dramatically, "always so direct, I simply wanted to inquire about your lovely daughter. How is she faring these days?~"

Husk's grip on the cheap booze tightened, not understanding why Alastor was interested in his daughter right now, and knowing Alastor; It can't be good. A flicker of concern etched his face before he masked it with a scowl. "She's fine, Alastor. No thanks to the princess girlfriend," he muttered, resuming his task with a deliberate focus. 

The Radio Demon's smile didn't waver as he leaned in slightly, "Ah, yes. Miss Vagatha seemed to make a 'grave' mistake in putting your petite chatte in a very~ troubling trauma but I know that you still have a soft spot for her," He paused then continued again: "Perhaps I could offer some fatherly advice or two?" he suggested with red eyes glinting with an otherworldly light. 

"I don't need your fucking help, Alastor." He scolds him, "And keep your favors to yourself," he retorted. 

The tension between them crackled like static in the air which caused Alastor to lean in, "But I'm willing to return your soul and Overlord status.~" He sang. At the mention of those magic words, Husk's eyes widened in disbelief, not only of joy nor excitement but the thought of having his soul and power as an Overlord once again meant that the Radio Demon wanted something in return, so he questioned: 

"What kind of sick game are you playing at?" His yellow eyes narrow suspiciously at him, who leans in. "Interested? My my~ I'm just something I've been Dying to try out." Alastor chuckles, "I think your daughter's soul would be a perfect replacement for entertainment." 

"You stay the FUCK away from Gabriella. Ya, hear me!" Husk angrily warns Alastor, who smoothly replies with a laugh: 

"Oh? And why might I ask did You request such a thing, my dear Husker?" The cat demon felt his grip on his drink tighten further which caused Alastor's grin to widen even bigger than before as he found his effeminate fellow's reaction to be quite entertaining.