Devil's Game: An Alastor and Lucifer Tale

Ready Player One

                                    New Orleans, 1930

                   New Orleans, a place renowned for its distinct music, Creole cuisine, unique dialect, and it's annual festivals. There was no other place in the whole United States that was like it. Tourists from all over came to visit, getting a taste of what the city had to offer.  Especially when the most famous celebration, Mardi Gras, rolled around. However, time became hard after the Stock Market Crash of 1929. The entire country as a whole spiraled into an immense Depression at the start of 1930, New Orleans was also affected, cotton, sugar, oil, and timber values plummeted in addition to the crippling of the port with a decline in foreign trade.

                 For many, it was absolute horror. Families fell terribly poor, children left abandon by their own parents, and banks were left in shambles. However, there were a handful of individuals who hadn't been affected whatsoever by the turn of events. Instead, some found benefit in the condition the country had fallen under. One of those individuals was a man, somewhere in his 30s. A tall, lanky fellow with neatly styled brunette hair and a matching set of eyes that rested behind a pair of black-framed, oval glasses.  A fellow who dressed in quite the dapper attire every day, catching the eyes of many both in a positive and negative light, but the one feature that truly made him stand out within the famous city of New Orleans, was the broad smile he always had upon his face.  Alastor, that was the man's name, and many knew it straight from the Radio, a device used quite commonly around the world during that time period. It was used for broadcasting news to citizens, as well as offering entertainment to all who tuned in.  Alastor strolled through the streets of New Orleans, dressed in his most common attire, consisting of a white button-down shirt with a brown vest on top, and a black bow tie present to seal the look above.  A nice pair of brown slacks went along with a set of shined black dress shoes.  In his grasp, the Radio Host held a well-crafted cane gripped firmly in his right hand. Ever so often he would twirl the item, a hum leaving his throat as he silently sang a favorite tune of his to himself.  Paying no mind to the few unfortunate souls that sat upon the sidewalk, gazing at him with absolute envy, Alastor turned on his heel to enter his Radio Station. Well, perhaps claiming it was his was a bit too much.  He didn't exactly own the building, and he certainly didn't manage the employees that worked there day in and day out trying to make a living.  He certainly was the station's biggest star, and practically ran anything his boss allowed him to. Without Alastor, the station would have fallen to shambles.  

                      Oddly enough, New Orleans was a strange jewel to behold, even with the chaos and suffering throughout the country, it was places like this that had a few miracles in the works when it came to keeping up the economy. Drugs, Women, and Gambling were major factors in how the town kept up with certain things, however, the Radio Station was not one of those places as the owner, Don Singer, was having issues with keeping up with the place. Money was tight and keeping the news reporting station open was proving difficult when there weren't as many listeners, only hearing about the stock markets crashing and the depression ending so many lives killed the ratings for them. However, there was one station that kept its popularity and that was the Radio Host Alastor, a charming man who kept the masses entertained with his material.  He was the only thing keeping the place up and running, but it would only last for so long, arriving at the coffee station where most of the employees hung out at, Don would see Alastor arriving for his show.

 "Alastor, my boy, Good Morning to you." Don was reaching his fifties, with graying hair showing through his dark locks, wrinkles decorated him as tired grey eyes looked the Radio Host over.

"Ready for another show with your fans today? Curious as to what material you'll use this time," from afar watching the two, was another Radio host by the name of Vincent Sinclair, he was a little older than Alastor and had been in the business far longer than him only to receive so-so ratings and it was starting to get to him.  Greeted by his boss, Don Singer, Alastor paused in his stride and turned to face the older man.