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Traditional radio does not rely on television to function... does 𝗵𝗲?
It's been a few weeks since... well, that incident with Vox, his very serious threat to heaven and since he had been free. He had now no invisible chains around his neck or having to do what was told by his soul old owner, Rosie. He is still a very powerful overlord, things at the hotel with Charlie have been looking great since more people are registering and it's great!..
Is it?
Alastor, the radio demon, cannot sleep, dreams, nightmares haunt him each night, all centralized on 𝗵𝗶𝗺, his biggest nemesis, the television that had owned him for a few days and made his days hell, right, hell.
Of course, he will not tell anyone about this, but when Charlie notices his slightly off-behaviour, she advices him to talk to someone, someone of his choice. He first takes this as a joke, but then he realizes the seriousness on her tone when telling him this and how much this could afftect 𝗵𝗶𝗺
But who could he talk to?
His soul, his pet, Husk, the bartender. He is the most sane person in the hotel afterall, he has been off after Angel Dust's parting but eh, who cares. Plus, it's not like this dreams with Vox are some big deal.