Murder On The Air

Never Knew I Needed

The starry sky was dark indigo, with a few small clouds strolling by. A peculiar planet-sized red Pentagram pulsed with energy over a modern looking city below. Faint red light colored part of the sky like moonlight.

But this place wasn't peaceful New Orleans...it was Hell.

The city was in chaos. Not the usual Turf Wars fought over by powerful demons. This was pandemonium, even for the Inferno.

And speaking of infernos...

Raging fires lit up the streets in furious oranges, devious reds and blinding yellows. They consumed broken windows and several wrecked cars. One burning car was on the road and another was partway inside another building. A pink neon sign of a posing Angel Dust stood in contrast to the light of the flames.

But that wasn't all that was occurring.

With shrieks and laughter, horned voodoo imps wearing top hats and fancy black clothing raced out of a store, carrying bags of food and money they had just looted. One imp stood over a red screaming demon, holding a sharp knife over him. The demon screamed as he was brutally stabbed. Another imp proudly held a red demon's head on a sharp pike. Two other demons sat at a table with a white tablecloth, watching the carnage below.

And the deer.

Deer were everywhere, of all shapes and sizes. The brown furry deer lay motionless in the street, at least four unfortunate ones. Some were stags, some were does, one had white spots on its coat. They all lay in pools of crimson blood. A horde of imps gathered around one deer and began feasting. A skeleton deer stood in the background. Three hovering shadow stags grinned evilly in various spots, their eyes glowing red.

Jack, a furry brown animal, huddled in fear against a building. Cameron, a blonde haired woman, stood with her back and arms against a wall, a look of sheer terror on her face. Animals were bad enough for this therapist who suffered from Zoophobia. Animal-like demons were even worse. Tom, the teenage black-wearing incubus, sat on top of another building, legs dangling out.

Thankfully, the three fellows glanced at a small portal off in the distance. Cameron silently called them over and they raced through it, back to their home world. The demons weren't so lucky.

The scene faded to black. Standing in the air, larger than life was a beaming grown-up human Alastor, dressed in dark pants and a fancy white shirt with a bow tie under his neck.

"Hello Grandmother!" he greeted cheerfully.

"Alastor?"

Her grandson stared at her with loving wide brown eyes. "You see only the best in me, right?"

"Of course, dear boy."

She reached out to hug him but he vanished.

He appeared behind her as she turned around.

His voice changed into a low radio voice, not moving his mouth. "Good. Because everyone will know what I'm capable of."

He eyes turned pitch black before small tentacles slid from the sockets. His skin turned from a healthy brown to a deathly gray. Large black antlers sprouted from his head, visible even in the darkness. His clothing was replaced with a long red dress coat with small vertical stripes and a black bow-tie under his neck. His hair became longer, black and red in color. Tall fluffy tuffs shaped like deer ears emerged from his head. His fingers turned into deadly claws, his white teeth growing yellow and sharp. His black eyes filled with glowing red light as his mouth inched into a wider smile. His face was a deer skull with bits of muscle still attached.