Your POV
"What?!" Vaggie screeched and Angel dust didn't care as he just lazily asked "A who?" This 'radio demon' guy sounds pretty important.. "What should I do?!?" Charlie asked, her hands dragging her cheeks down in a nervous motion. "Well, don't let him in!" Vaggie forced her. But Charlie being the kind gal she is, went to the door and opened it.
Charlie and the 'radio demon' had a little conversation before he entered the living room, all I heard was about the stock market crash of 1929 and the "fiasco on the picture show" as he called it. When he entered I saw a deer demon, with red and black hair/fur, glowing red eyes, a red suit and black trousers. He held a cane with a vintage microphone on top. His skin was creamy place and his teeth sharp and yellow.
His crimson eyes danced around, examining the room before turning his attention to me and Angel. "Ah! The infamous pornstar, Angel Dust! Say, how are you finding this monstrosity of a hotel?" He chuckled, Angel muttered something under his breath. "I'm finding it fine, smiles. Found anymore demons to kill for no reason?" Angel scowled, the radio demon's grin twitched more upwards (if that was even possible) as he chuckled again. "I absolutely love your attitude-" "fuck this I'm outta here." Angel said before he stomped off. Leaving me with the radio demon, but with Charlie and Vaggie round the corner as Vaggie had a tight grip on her weapon. So tight that her knuckles turned white.
"Now, what is an angel doing in hell?~" the radio demon asked as he gently held me hand and gave it a small kiss, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my cheeks grow hotter as we stared into each others eyes. He straighted up and crossed his arms behind his back before giving my hand a shake "My name is Alastor, what is your name dear~?" "U-uh, (y/n).. (l/n)." "Nice meeting you sweetheart, quite a pleasure! And must I say, your name fits your beauty perfectly~!" He chuckled as he straightened up again, my cheeks only grew hotter "thanks.. say you sound familiar. It's like I've heard your voice before I died." "You've might have heard my voice on the picture show?" He asked, I gave up. "Possibly.."
He turned to Charlie as Vaggie stood protectively in front of her "May I book a room here, Miss?" Charlie nodded slowly as her face was riddled with uncertainty, Vaggie stopped her "No! Why should we trust you shitlord?!" "But Vaggie, he did sound like he would help us." Charlie told her, but Vaggie stormed off. Before Charlie went after her, she shouted a "Yes! (y/n) sign him in!" And she left. I shrugged and went to the reception and wrote his name. I gave him the keys to his room and showed him to it.
We went to his room number '666' (why not? ;))) ) and he walked in, taking in his surroundings, a bed and a bathroom. It was a pretty big room to say the least. "Thank you for the room, (y/n). I hope I will see you later~" he grinned, I waved with a little smile and shut his door. When the door had shut, I thought about him
"Why, he's... intriguing..."
