Radio GaGa

Chapter 3 : Static... and signal loss

Alastor placed his selected sweetbreads from the two lackeys onto a metal tray along with the syringes full of blood. His fingers peeling off the leather gloves soaked in blood and viscera. "-and I hope that you have enjoyed this special broadcast as much as I. Remember, your never fully dressed, without a smile!" an electric 'click!' sounds as a shadow waves and gives an 'OK!' sign to Alastor. He turns towards the two bodies laying in pieces, surveying his work and giving a self satisfied nod.

Alastor hummed a jazzy little tune to himself as a shadow handed him fresh gloves, his mind starting to wander as he was relaxing and began to revel in the feeling that everything was back as it should be.

The sound of a record scratch caused all the shadows in the room to freeze in place.

Radio static slowly filled the room until it had become omnipresent, Alastor's eyes became radio dials and the needles flicked about as red voodoo symbols began to float about in the nearby shadows. WHY?? Why had he had NEEDED Angel back at the hotel? Why did that thought comfort him so much?

Angel Dust. The tall, thin, effeminate male with pink hearts decorating his white fluff that almost seemed to glitter with sequins in the light. Angel was vulgar, crass, a whore, a porn star, a drunk and drug addict that sold himself to feed his addictions and pay his debts, though he never relied on others to get what he wanted. Near constantly high and/or drunk when he joined Charlie's little 'project' at the hotel, though he'd actually started really trying to get clean. Alastor leaned forward and gazed deep into a mirror at himself, his mind clocking into overdrive as this wasn't like him.

He had sent out his shadows immediately upon discovering Angel was gone, drawing on the ancient powers he had bargained with long long ago, expending energy without a thought or concern of reserve. With spending so much energy, Alastor had already devoured his entire stock of meals and then some extra through out this time. Two and a half days it took him to find a trail and follow it to where Angel was being held. A low beastly growl filled the room as Alastor sunk deeper into thought, he had to find it, the reason why he sprang to action instantly for this.. this.. spider!!

As Alastor continued to stand in front of the mirror with his hands gripping the sides of the small table, his vision and focus were somewhere else entirely as his form began to slowly grow blurry and darker. The lights flickered as thick, black, oil like ooze slowly rose up from the shadows around his feet. It wrapped his legs moving up until it was covering him like a large cloak was draped over him. His shadows watching and shrinking back into corners until barely visible. All that was visible through the black goop was his two large glowing red eyes which dimmed as if they were only half open and his antlers as they grew.

The ooze swelled up like a balloon before he stood up straight and caused it to slowly slough off his form. He was taller now, larger, standing slightly over eight feet tall as black bones the colour of charcoal with red hexes carved into each one emerged from the sludge, reforming his hands as they flexed before being covered in muscle and skin. A pure, stark white deer skull emerged on top of his head with the red eyes shifting to fill the sockets and the antlers stretching and growing to match the massive form.

Red runes that seemed to have a flow of blood and pulsed with a glow within them covered the antlers along with dark strands of unknown substance dangling and slowly dripping from them. A cloven hoof stepping towards the remains still in the chairs, the large form shook like a wet dog, ridding itself of the ooze and spraying the area with it. The ooze simply seeped into the walls and floor where it struck, returning from whence it came. His head covered in shadow with only the skull and glowing red eyes visible, his body naturally stretched, twisting and groaned, causing bone cracking sounds to be emitted from him.