It's A Deal(AppleRadio)

>>Chapter 2<<

Scarlet eyes open from slumber.

This isn't the hotel....where am I then?

Alastor sat up getting a better look at this new location. The room was quite large and the walls were as red as three days old crimson, with small apple designs imprinted on it. The trimming and the doors to a balcony were golden, and curtains were a dark black. Across from the bed was a huge mirror that hung on the wall, which allowed him to finally see himself for the first time after waking. His hair was in disarray, but smile still present, and he didn't have his coat on...or his shirt for that matter. His hand ran over his chest, there was now another scar added to his demonic body. This one being bigger than the others. "I see you're finally up," Lucifer's voice caught his attention immediately. "Yes...it appears I am," he responds before his attention went back to the new scar.

"I can only heal, not keep it from scarring," the devil has noticed he seemed distracted by it, "You will get used it I'm sure. Though your body is littered in scars. Being as powerful as you are for a mortal soul, I highly doubt you got those from other demons. Unless you were messing with an overlord that is, but I feel you're smart enough to stay clear from them as much as possible. Perhaps these were from your death?"

Alastor chose not to answer his question. As he didn't feel the need or want to talk about his life before death. "Quiet are we? Well that's alright, that is to be expected after all you did almost die a second time," the blonde headed man walked over to the foot of the bed. "I do hope you've rested well," he said calmly. "I slept fine," the deer demon's voice came out more raspy then he had intended. He really didn't need sleep, at least not that much of it, but after taking a holy spear to the chest, it was probably safer to do so. "So mind telling me how the famous Radio Demon got caught by an angel," the devil raised a brow. "No..., if that's alright with you, your highness, I'd rather not," Alastor spoke, his eyes studying the king.

"That's quite alright with me, but I'm also here to make some rules you must follow," Lucifer smirked.

"Rules...?"

"Why yes, did you rest so well that you forgot everything? I didn't peg you as that type of fellow, but I suppose it can't be helped," the devil walked over to the side Alastor was sitting on, and settled next to him. The red headed demon could now see just how short the other was. Lucifer left some space between them though, "Let me explain your position here, you and I made a deal, therefore your soul belongs to me now. Which means you will follow my orders when I command you to do as such otherwise punishment will happen, and you may not like the pain that is caused....well unless you're a masochist. So if I tell you to stand....."

The radio demon cocked a brow himself, as he didn't get why the other had just commanded him to stand up. But since his reaction to the order wasn't the one the king wanted, a sharp, fiery pain shot through his arm and into his body. Its agonizing and felt like his whole body was being burned by thousand suns. He didn't dare cry out in pain though. Oh no he was too stubborn, too prideful for that. He merely bit into his bottom lip with his razor like teeth.

"That will happen," Lucifer stated nonchalantly. "Enough!"

The pain ceased, and Alastor panted, "Okay your point is proven..., what is it you want me to do?"

Lucifer sighed, "I need you to help me get to my Charlie, she's sweet and naive and I get her heart is in the right place. Though let's face it, the idea of it is nice, but a hotel for redemption just isn't going to work..."

The radio demon looked over at Lucifer, "So you want me to convince her to give up on her dream?"

"Yes."

"With all do respect your highness, but shouldn't a father encourage their daughter?"

"I don't support things I know will fail," the devil stated as he stood up, "Come on Alastor do you really believe in that malarkey?"

"Of course not, only a fool would," the red demon stated.

The king nodded, "Exactly...so convince her to give up and to return home. She won't listen to me, so maybe she'll listen to someone she's forming a bond with. That would be you. You will report to me every so often and you will be staying at the castle from now on. The guards will be made aware of you this point onward."

"Stay here? Why," Alastor asked. He didn't want to stay here, he was fine with the hotel or his radio tower, but the royal castle?...He didn't like that. "Because it's an order," Lucifer's eyes glowed dangerously. The radio demon mentally cursed to himself, he was now at the king's will. "Of course your majesty. I will see what I can do," Alastor's smile was more forced.

"Good, now then, you should get dressed, I'll call a maid to bring you some clothing and please, try not to eat the poor girl," the devil grinned, "Besides you'll ruin your lunch. Meet me in the garden once you're ready."

Alastor stared at the doorway that the devilish king walked through to exit the room, before his eyes went back down over his form.

He immediately noticed something on his arm that wasn't there before....a sign that their deal was sealed. There rested a mark on his upper forearm, near his wrist. It was fully black on his light grey skin. "A wired halo and black wings....Lucifer...a fallen angel," he mumbled to himself as he ran a finger over the small marking. It was weird for him...he was used to seeing others have markings when they made deals with him, but never one on his own body. And this was the King's marking at that.

"Ahem....E-Excuse me Mr. Radio Demon sir," a voice caught his attention. There a female imp stood with fresh clothes folded in her arms, that she pressed against her chest as if her life depended on. "Yes," he responded to her, his eyes drawn to the clothes, "Is that the clothes that Lucifer made you fetch for me?" The small demon nodded, "Y-Yes sir, if it's alright, I can lay them in the bathroom?"

"No that's quite alright, I'll just take them," he got up, only in his long burgundy dress pants. The seven foot tall deer demon stalked his way over to her and leaned downward, "Thank you my dear." His clawed hands took the neatly folded clothing from her trembling form, his smile widening ever so slightly at the sight alone. "Y-You're welcome, I uh I will be-be outside the room for once y-you're properly dr-dressed. His majesty told me to-to lead you to the royal garden," the poor maid was backing away until she was out the door. Alastor hummed in delight of seeing the fearful look in her eyes, and he would have devoured her if it wasn't for the fact the King told him not to. Deciding he should get to the garden soon, he started to get dressed in the clothing Lucifer had picked out just for him.