The daughter of the radio

It isn't possible

Quick note!

I only own Melody, Vance, Jazmic, and Illusion.

Everyone else belongs to their rightful owners.

This is a fan-made story so not everything will be as the show says. This is just to be a fun read nothing more. I know they said Alastor is Asexual. But again fan made story. Thank you for your time onto the story!

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It had been a normal day for Alastor, aiding Charlie with the hotel, doing what he had on his schedule. He never expected to find what he found. He decided to make a short cut through an alley, humming a tune as he went until a sudden whine filled the air ahead of him before it became a cry. He blinked as he gazed forwards pausing, his grin never once leaving his face. A child? In hell? That couldn't be true.

The deer demon slowly wandered towards the sound his ears twitching as he stopped in front of a box. The crying coming from inside. He gazed around trying to see if it could be anyone playing a trick. When he found and heard none he bent down and carefully opened the box. His grin seemed to shrink as he stared at the crying monochrome demon that laid in the box wrapped in a tattered red blanket, the infant's clothes and face had splatters of blood on it. "Oh dear. This is not okay. At all. How did you get down here little darling?" He murmured as he picked up the hungry child and set off to his home, he called Charlie from his microphone and ushered her to come to his house explaining that something urgent had to be discussed.

Alastor didn't have to wait very long before Charlie had shown up. The child was asleep in a small nest of blankets he set up on the floor in the den. He gazed over to Charlie almost instantly. "What's going on Alastor?" The blonde asked cocking her head to the side curiously, the radio demon pointed to the child as he spoke.

"Last I knew children, and Infants, could come down here. Why is she here? Is there anyway that a child could make it down here?" His smile was strained, as Charlie would wander over in awe. "She could of been the deal payment. Her soul sent to hell. It's the only thing that made sense when I thought about it." Charlie sighs her eyes trailing to Alastor.

Now he knew taking care of a child was hard. Charlie did try to warn him but he couldn't seem to part with the child, and now here he was again, for the seventh time, that night getting up out of his bed to soothe the crying infant. His ears laid against his head as he picked the child up carefully bouncing the child in one arm as he popped a pacifier into her mouth. Getting the supplies had been a snap, literally, making a bottle for her however was a different story.

He learned the hard way that poofing it up was a no go. The child had refused the bottle when he tried to take a short cut. He slowly wandered down the stairs. The infant letting out small cries around the pacifier in her mouth as he turned down the hall by the stairs to enter the kitchen. He took the bottle from beside the sink and soon poured sterlized water into the bottle, before he would put the right amount of scoops.

He turned on the stove as he filled a pot with water before putting it on the stove. He waited a bit before putting the bottle in it as it began to boil. Cries filled the room as the child's hunger soon got the best of her. He let out a groan as his smile shrunk even more. Struggling to remain on his face, he began to hum an old lullaby as the bottle finished. He shut the stove off carefully taking the bottle out.

He shook the bottle over the sink before he shifted the child a bit rolling his sleeve up a bit before dripping some of the formula on his wrist. Not too hot, not too cold. He wandered back upstairs sitting down on his bed as he pressed the bottlenose the child's mouth.

The small demon instantly began to drink the bottle, he let out a sigh as he shifted so his back pressed again the headboard. "Dear oh dear... What did I get myself into my little Fawn?" He sighed as he gazed down to the half asleep feeding infant. His smile grew a bit, before he gazed to the small pile of books on his bedside table. He had been doing research on parenting all day. He had ensured he had everything the child would need, he pulled the bottle from the child's mouth before he carefully sat her up, a receiving blanket appearing in his hand as he supported her head, just like the book said before he began patting her back carefully. The infant would burp spitting up some of the formula she just drank, he used his thumb with some of the blanket laying on it to wipe the spit-up away. Once he knew she could drink more he laid her back and let her drink the rest of her.

Once she finished he would burp her again before carrying her to her crib. He laid her down humming soothingly to her as she stared up at him with tired eyes. He lightly stroked her cheek as his humming continued into a lullaby.

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town."

The child drifted to sleep, he slowly stood up fully his grin widening before he slowly headed to his bed before getting under the covers. He let out a yawn as he slowly began to drift to sleep. He knew these next couple of years were going to be rough. And rough they were...