Devil's Game: An Alastor and Lucifer Tale

The Game is Set

                       Later that day, Vincent would get a summoning of sorts telling him to head to Richard's Tavern, he didn't much care for drinking or gambling but the feeling was strong so he didn't ignore it as he'd make his way through the crowd. Being the afternoon, many people were out and about to have fun and enjoy the entertainment given on stage, another thing Vincent had hated was that Alastor was talented in performing. Many knew him within New Orleans, just another thing to add to how much he despised the other Radio Host.  When he arrived at the tavern, it wasn't long before Richard came to him directly and invited him to his office in the back. Mimzy saw the exchange and raised a brow to watch the two men leave, something was off about them for sure as she'd have a fan within her grasp and standing at the bar looking as sexy as she did.   

                  Back at the Studio, Alastor went about broadcasting his show just as he normally would for his many fans. Keeping himself on air for about an hour and a half, the Radio Host eventually concluded his show with a farewell and a promise to return tomorrow morning. Pressing a few buttons, he was off air and left alone in the silent of his work station. It was much bigger then Vincent's little one. 

"Another splendid show, wouldn't you agree?" Alastor would chuckle, smiling over at his shadow upon the wall.  It would flicker in response to the question before falling still again. 

"No need to worry, my dear friend! Whatever that fool summoned we'll be sure to handle it before things get out of hand! But first, I believe it's time to tend to Vincent..." The Radio Host would hum, standing from his hair and straightening his attire before fetching his cane. "I believe we can plot over a glass of whiskey!" Alastor would grin before stepping out of his work station, traveling down the hall towards the exit of the Radio Station. Bidding everyone he saw farewell, he was off towards Richard's Tavern just a few blocks away. Upon reaching the popular bar, Alastor found that it was quite lively that afternoon. 

"Busy today, aren't you, my dear Mimzy!" He would chuckle, approaching the bar where the flapper girl stood.  As Alastor appeared before her, Mimzy had this suspicion of the man and knew of practicing priests when it came to voodoo but of course had no proof or really knew anything about it herself, 

"Why yes, ever since yesterday, it's like ten times more people are coming here to indulge in their fantasies... why my girls have been busy in the back all day uh... but you don't care for that sort of thing. It's the gambling too, so many more people are betting their money... their lives away even, and during a time like this where one's money and life is scarce. Something is going on at the gambling tables," and that much was true but for Mimzy she wouldn't be able to see that the men running the tables weren't men at all and possessed spirits who were enticing mortals to do such things as sleep around and gambling. Corrupting them with their darkest desires, the Tavern was filled with this darkness, Mimzy leaned forward to whisper at Alastor.

"On top of that, I saw Vincent going with Richard to his office... those two have never been close."  Mimzy's words certainly sparked Alastor's interest, his mind beginning to ponder. Glancing down at his shadow, the being seem to twitch and flick anxious. Just has it had the night prior on the walk home.  It told the Radio Host that something was within the tavern, and upon focusing beyond the crowd of people within the bar, negative energy could indeed be felt. 

"Is that so, my dear? Well, you know, business is business! I'm fairly certain this weeks paycheck will be a bonus for you and the other ladies!" Alastor would chuckle, focusing on Mimzy again and taking a seat down at the bar. Taking a look around the club, the Radio Host would softly hum as the flapper before him went on. And then came Vincent's name, which made the other pause.