Beauty Behind the Mask

Video- Radio Killed the Video Star!! (sneak peek)

(typing this on my computer instead of my phone, so formating will be different from here on)

"You are a Radio Star~!You are a Radio Star~!Video killed the Radio Star!Video killed the R-R-Raaa-aadio S-S-St-Staaa-..."

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you-"

"Radio killed the Video Star!Radio killed the Video Star!(You are a Radio Star!)"

Weird... My speaker is malfunction again. It's been doing this for awhile. Actually, ever since Alastor came along, it would glitch out, then it would completely change the music. Sometimes it would even change to his own radio broadcasts. I never really thought much of it, given as sometimes my phone would glitch out as well when he was around, I usually assumed it was something to do with his old timey demon powers, he must've been walking by my door, causing it to happened. Besides, what am I supposed to do about it? Go toe to toe with the damn Radio Demon?! That's a death wish waiting to happen.

Speaking of, It's been about a week or two since he helped us make a new commercial. Or has it been longer? Maybe less time has passed? I don't really know, after a while in hell, time blurs together, so it's hard to keep track of it sometimes. However long it's been, I'm still trying to keep my distance from him. I mean, he hasn't done anything... Yet. (Other than that stunt he pulled with that really bad commercial, but he fixed that, so maybe it wasn't that bad???) Still, I didn't last this long in hell by trusting overlords. I've seen what they can do with their power, and I would like to stay as far away from it as possible. Luckily for me, I've been able to do that for a while, much to Charlie's dismay.

It's also been a week (or however long) since we found out our time between exterminations has been cut in half, and hell is, well... It's been handling it as well as you expect.

People have been using this news as an excuse to kill anything, fuck everyone, and cause mass destruction. Not that many people needed an excuse to do that anyways. Needless to say though, it's been pretty bad whenever we step outside. It's gotten to a point I started making Angle call me whenever he leaves the hotel for work, so I know he's okay. We were hoping everything would die down after a day or two but so far, everything got worse, in and out of the hotel. Did I mention how much of a mess Charlie is yet? Cause she's a mess. She has been trying everything in her power to get people to try for redemption, but right now people seem more interested in sinning rather than winning. We (me, Charlie and Vaggie) thought that the cut time would mean people would be desperate enough to give the hotel a try, and obviously that went no where. Bless her heart though, she's been working herself silly with various ads, promotions, and even speaking at a bar one time. And yet, it all fell on deaf ears. Not that many of us were surprised by this though, it is hell after all.

Now Charlie is trying to brain storm more ideas down in the hotel lobby with the support of Vaggie and Angle is also there to give his own opinions. Why am I not down there? Well... I just woke up like an hour ago around noon. My sleep schedule has always been terrible, but recently it's like pulling teeth trying to go to sleep without drugging myself on sleep meds. before I would fall asleep around midnight or one in the morning, now, I'm lucky if I pass out before the sun rises. For some reason there's this feeling, gnawing at the back of my head that something bad is going to happen to me. One similar to the feeling I had before I had to *murder* all of my friends and family in Addison Apartments. But this one is different, more present, more powerful. Almost like my pass is creeping up-

**ring ring ring**

My phones ring tone brings me back to reality. I look up from my notepad where I was writing song lyrics to look at the contact. I don't know many people, and I'm friends with less, so I don't have many contacts in my phone. It read "VoxTech" which was weird, I did have a phone from the company (thank you Angle) so sometimes they sent automated texts about updates, or new phone plans, but they never called me. I picked up my phone, and before I could even think about weather or not I should decline it, it answer itself almost imminently, and I'm put in a video call with-

"Ah! (Y/N), my dear, how are you on this hellish day?"

Ugh, fucking Vox. The second worse overlord in hell, I say second because Valentino still exists. For some reason he's been trying to "make a deal" with me for information on my Brother, Larry. However, I highly doubt he has anything on him, and probably heard about him over a phone call or text message on my phone. Then tried to make a quick and easy deal with me. Then after seeing how I wasn't that, now he's probably wanting to get my soul to fix his ego. But that's just my game theory, I honestly have no clue why he is so upset with me. I dunno, maybe the Vees could be trying to get pathetic sinners like Pokémon cards.

I stare at my phone, not to worried about putting my mask on because he probably already saw my freakish face through his various cameras, like the creep he is. "Vox... If you're trying to get me to make a deal with me, I already told you, I'm not interested dude." Despite my unamused face, and dead ton voice, his stupid fucking smile doesn't flatten. "Of course not my darling-" I quickly interrupt him, "Don't call me that."

...

"Anyways, darling, I simply wanted to invite you over to VoxTech. You see, we are trying to come up with features for our newest phone, and I figured we could use some outside opinions on it. What do you say, my darling?" His smile widens impossibly more, the one almost every god damn overlord had for some stupid reason. "No. Absolutely not." I quickly shoot him down while leaning back in my desk chair. "There is no way in the seven circles of hell that I'm touching that building with a ten foot pole." His face glitches for a moment at my response, clearly not happy with me refusing him. He lets out a deep sigh before responding, "Okay, I didn't want to do this, but... I'm desperate. If you do this, I'll try to convince Val to give Angle a day off. I know how much you care about that pathetic addict trash." He spoke with an eye roll.

What an absolute asshole. If he thinks I'm gonna just go over there with some half ass promise-

"Fine. You better hold up your end of the deal."

Well I am... God, Angel owes me big time for this. 

His stupid smile returns to his, equally stupid, face. "Excellent, my dear, I'll send a car over to that trashy hotel to pick you up then. See you soon, my darling." I was gonna protest, saying I could walk there, but the call is quickly ended before I could get a single word out. 

Hey, decide to post the first part to the chapter, since I made y'all wait forever for this chapter. Sorry about that lmao, author curse got to me ;-;. Gonna try to write more, ever since I converted to helpol (Hellenic, polytheistic) I've been doing better mentally, the Gods have been really helpful with me getting my whole life together, especally since I'm a senior in high school now. Anyways, I'll stop rambling now, and hopefully I'll see you again soon with the full chapter!