Radio's Angel (Alastor x Emily)

Alastor

The exercise today was truly something worth watching.

I excused myself from the group with the excuse of business dealings, because who is going to challenge that?

I make my way up to my room and seal the door to ensure no entry.

"Alright, Richter come."

Instantly he appears, but with a sly smile on his face which is a first.

"What has you in such great spirits today my good man?"

"I just find your relationship with the seraphim quite intriguing to say the least."  

So he has been active of late. That certainly explains a couple things.

"Did you tell her to come to my room that night? Answer truthfully."

He seems to think over his answer for a second before talking.

"Yes, and I have no regrets about it. Don't worry, I didn't do it directly, just gave her a push in the right direction. You are too absorbed with playing your roll as the terrifying Radio Demon that you refuse to acknowledge that isn't what you are. Serial killer? Yes. Cannibal? Yes. But uncaring and without interests? No, not even close."

Why the Hell is he acting like this? What is he trying to do?

"What do you mean by all that? I'm afraid it's lost on me."

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "You always act like you could care less whether others live or die, but in truth you care significantly. You happen to see that as a weakness though, because HE saw that as a weakness and you can't get his words out of your head."

Now he crossed a line. Black tendrils wrap around him, but he betrays no sign of fear.

"You sure you wish to speak that way to me? Perhaps you should do better as a guest on my-"

"What would mother think of your behavior? Hmm?"

His words catch me off guard, and the tendrils loosen just enough for him to escape.

"Do you seriously think she would want you to cut yourself off from those around you? They even care about you! When is the last time anyone cared, your mother right? So stop being stubborn and start being more open."

"Having friends is a weakness!"

"Then what of Rosie? Is she not a friend of yours? You don't own her soul and you have addressed each other as such."

"That's different! We're overlords with similar interests, that's all."

"So you're friends! That's what friends are! They care for, and help each other."

I realize that he's speaking sense, and it's starting to worry me.

"Still, friends are one thing, Hell even romance is one thing, but growing close to an angel?! A seraphim at that, is a whole different ballpark!"

He nods in agreement, "I never said to rush it all at once. Just lay the foundation, and take steps in the right direction."

He walks over to me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"I've been working for you for the past however many years and let me tell you, you need someone you lonely bastard."

With those words he leaves to the hallway.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I decided that I would take a walk tonight. Maybe get some fresh air, unlike someone I know."