A Realization (A Radioapple/Appleradio story)

Ch1 Pain

There alastor is. laying in the remnants of his radio tower. He lifts his hand up to his arm to feel a large scratch that Adam inflicted onto him. He hovers his hand above the wound, the air tickling his exposed flesh making him flinch. Alastor can feel his breathing getting heavier. No, no,no,no! Alastor thinks determined not to faint. He knows he wants to get up but scared of the painful reality. Ha, the Radio Demon himself scared. Alastor thinks trying to give himself motivation to at lest sit up. "Damn....it."

Alastor strained Clutching the wood that lay beneath him. Making a painfully loud scratching noise. His smile threatening to break. Alastor Positions his fore arms beside him. He finally wiped himself up letting out a small pain noise. Alastor was now shaking his lungs hurt every breath he took felt like he swallowed glass. He slowly backed up into the wall, well what was left of a wall, behind him. Alastor thought he could use the wall to help himself stand.He arranged his elbow on the wall using his other hand to wipe a trickle if blood from his forehead. He was about to stand up before he silently cured himself remembering he ha could teleport himself to the hotel...if there was a hotel. Had Chalrie rebuilt the hotel? Alastor didn't know and didn't care enough to check so his teleported too the spot where the hotel used to be. He found himself Standing in front of a newly built hotel. This one was bigger and seems to resemble most of the residents in one way are another. His eye shift to an apple shaped tower the opposing side of the hotel from alastors radio tower. "ah, looks like we have a new guest."

Alastor teleports to his room the change his clothes and clean his wound.

It a Crimson red outside when alastor wakes up. There's no way of really telling what time it is but, judging by the color of the sky, its probably close to midnight. The demon whimpers a bit as he try to figure out a comfortable way to sit. He gives up and lays back down. Alastor places his hand on his chest and lifts it back up to find a deep, dark, red, substance that painted his whole hand. Alastor thought it looked like a bloodied lake he remembered back to his time on earth. One of his victims he had thrown there body into a lake behind some neighborhood resistance house. He had watched the blood spread like wine and mix into the water like paints. The color a soft brown with a green-purple tint ah, the good days.

Alastor sits up atrociously so he could get the pain over with. He slowly walked out to his balcony leaning onto the railing with two arms folding them against his chest and leaning down a bit. Alastor sighs as he looks down at the cityscape he has to admit, it dose look quite stunning under these lights. Every street light, alastor sees, has a hit of redness from the sky above giving it a Illuminating affect. Alastor sure loathed hell, and all its people in it, but he had to admit. This was gorgeous. Alastor watch's as small trickles of blood, from his coat, driped down the polls of his balcony in a spinal motion like a devilish red vine sprouting before his vary eyes. Alastor look took a little last look around untimely deciding to go inside. He lifted his arms that felt like as if were made of metal. He brings a hand to his chest, full of dried blood, and start slowly walking towards his room to patch himself up. Alastor hears a bang he teleports back to the balcony leaning over the edge his stomach pressed against the railing. he looks down his eyes arriving on a bush in front of the hazbin hotel. At first, there seems to be nothing their. Until a dark hand reaches up and out of the bush the sleeve a white color with a lighter red rimming. Oh, its the king what a delightful surprise.

Alastor thinks leaning down on his balcony a bit more.

"What a delightful situation I found my king in."

Alastor says sarcastically laughing. Lucifer finally pokes his head out of the bush looking around, probably to fine alastor,. Lucifer seems to have a luminous glow to him most likely because he's waring all white. Its almost blinding to alastor. Finally Lucifer looks up at alastor a scowl on his face. His endless red eyes contrasting perfectly with his clear, white, skin. "Oh, fuck off!" alastor laughs "haha, would if I could my king, to bad we live in the same establishment hm?" alastor grins at him. His smile widening. Lucifer stomps off crossing his arms against his chest just like a small child "goodnight to you to your highness." alastor sings getting the last word. alastor feels something drip he looks down to see a small pool of blood forming in the crease of his shoe. "Shhhhit." he curses quickly tuning around to go to his room.

Alastors in a half asleep half a wake stage. He can hear everything around him, but, he is still vividly in his dream. He hears his heart beating against his chest like a wild animal in a cage. He feels the slight blood seeping through his shirt. He feels the warmth of the blanket encircling his body. Despite all of this. Alastor can't seem to find the motivation to get up. Maybe he's afraid of the pain he'll indulge once he sits up. Alastor erases the though from his mind not likeing the idea of the radio demon being scared. Alastor, at last, sits up his body makes up for the pain he missed while he was sleeping. Alastor places his arms on either side of his shirt slowly slipping it off of his body. Trying his best not to reopen any wounds. Alastor seemed to be succeeding thus far well, until he twisted his neck wrong witch lead alastor to, Impulsively, sit up straighter putting pressure onto his chest, where his biggest scratch was located, making him hurdle over in pain. His shirt was still over his head so he was depraved of sight the whole time. surprising himself, alastor didn't make any pain noises that would have added to the chaos of this morning. "I fucking hate-" there's a deafening loud knock on the door. Alastor fixes his posture at the sudden noise. He lets out a uneasy sigh throwing his covers to the ground and fixing himself on the edge of his bed. Alastor brings hand chest height and snapped his fingers his clothes materializing out of thin air. "Who's there?" Alastor asked in a nonchalant tone lifting his arm to check some small scratches. He runs his extensive, red fingers a crossed a medium sized scratch located on his bicep. "Hey bitch, its me." alastor finches almost jabbing his finger into his gash not expeticing to hear Lucifers voice out of everyone. Alastor pulls his sleeve down grimly. He take a breath standing up and striding in the direction of the door. Alastor focuses on his footsteps to distract from the drastic pain radiating from his chest. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps. He stops in front of the door. Alastors smile straightens and he quickly opens the door. "Ah, what a surprise. Tell me, why is the king paying a peasint like I a visit?" Alastor says sarcasm layered deep in his tone. Lucifer looks unamused. He crosses his arms looking up at alasor to speak. "Shut the fuck up. Anyways, Chalrie wanted me to tell you to get your ass downstairs" "right" alastor lifted his hand to summon his radio cane he spins it between his fingers. "Well how charming of you to accept!" alastor took a step out his door and Lucifer moved immediately out of the way. He mutters something as alastor shuts his door and begins walking down the halkway. One step, two step, three step. Alastor examines the walls. A striking red color something that would hurt anyone's eyes if they stared st it to long. Four step, five step, six step. He looked at the floor mat beneath his feat. A darker bloody red contrasting perfectly with the apple red floors. Seven step, eight step, nine, ten. "You really are quite aren't you" Lucifers voice jerked alastor from his thoughts. Alastor glanced at Lucifer from the corner of his eye. He was a few steps behind alastor looking at his finger nails. "Well, I don't see any need of communication right now." Alastor answers flatly no enthusiasm implanted. Hes looking straight ahead. "well fuck I guess I'm nobody then." Lucifer throws his hands in the air like a child who just got there toy taken away. "Precisely!" alastor answers stopping in front of the wide staircase that leads to the main lobby. Lucifer stops to stick out his tongue then manifesting a portal and stepping inside. Alastor grin widens he reaches for the railing of the staircase heading to the main lobby.