A Little Bit of Heaven in Hell (Raido Dust)

Alastor - Arrival (First person)

It didn't take me long to find the hotel that I saw on the news. I found myself standing on the door step. Getting the door slammed in my face multiple times by the happy hotels owner, Charlie. Maybe I frightened her, it wasn't new. I frightened a lot of demons here in hell.

Finally she let me in, well, let me rephrase that. I let myself in. It was quite a rude welcome in my opinion. I got a spear to the neck, and there was a lot of hostility. But things seemed to calm down after I explained myself. They gave me a room, and decided to let me help them. Though Vaggie was still watching me with burning eyes. I brushed it off.

Something caught my eye. Or should I say someone. I have heard rumors of this one, his name was Angel Dust. I best keep my distance from him, he was known for being a prostitute.... He seemed to be watching me. I avoided eye contact and kept a happy smile on my face, I made my way through the lobby and to the elevator.

The elevator music was more than annoying. But the ride was soon over and I found my room. I noticed something, Angel dust was on the same floor as me. Great. I open my room and walk inside, the room was empty, other than some paintings here and there. It was large, with a king size bed, a dresser, a bathroom, and it's very own balcony. I found the corner, a kitchen? Why would I need my own kitchen?

Inside the kitchen there was a large fridge, a sink, a mini fridge full of alcoholic beverages. and in the middle was a round table with four chairs tucked neatly underneath. I put my microphone on my bed and walk out on the balcony. I could feel the cold wind blow on my face as soon as I opened the doors. Closing them behind me and looking down.

I finally decided it was getting late enough to get some sleep. I turn around and walk back into my room. I look at the bed for my microphone. It was gone. I suddenly grew panicked, where could it be? I know I left it on the bed! I took a deep breath, not to worry. I'm sure it will show up soon. I changed into my pajamas and lay down on the bed. Putting my hand on my forehead. I fell asleep.

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I had no dream that night. It had been a stressful day. When I woke, I got dressed quickly want walked out into the hall. I heard a click as angles door opens. I stopped, and watched him walk out from his room. He locked his door behind him and looked over at me. Then his eyes widened and I grew suspicious, but I was never one to jump to conclusions.

"Angel? Have you seen my microphone anywhere?"

Angel looked at me. Shuffling in his boots "oi? You had a microphone?" He played dumb .

I narrow my eyes and spread my lips "yes, I do. " Angel looked at me, and lied, straight to my face "Nope! I have seen no such thing" he quickly walked down the hall to the elevator. I knew he was lieing, if he was not he would not have acted so strange. But I respected his space and walked down the hall to the elevator. Why was I do nice to that slut. I could have broke his door down, but then if he didn't take my microphone I would be the one in trouble.

It felt strange to not have it with me. I always had it. It was almost like a part of me. I, sadly, knew what I would be doing for the rest of the day. Investigating.