Chapter 1: Greetings and Meetings
“As most of you know, I was born here in hell. And, growing up, I always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home, as you are my people! We just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. And no one is ever given a chance! I can’t stand idly while the place I live is subjected to such violence!” The television spoke, making my ears twitch. I turn my vision to observe the creatures around the TV. I then approach and notice a young girl yelling her heart and soul.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!” She yelled, even more, making more demons surround the television. By the number of demons and creatures, I have pushed away.
I walked down the streets of hell when I encounter a strangely odd spider.
“Watch where you’re going, prick!” He yelled without hesitation. I smiled widely and gave him my hand. He looked up at me with confusion and smacked my hand away.
“Why hello there young fellow, I didn’t see you there. My name is Alastor, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance!” I grin at him while I twirled my staff. He gives an unforgettable expression.
“The name is TBA, but everyone calls me Angel Dust,” He said with an unpleasant look on his face. Even though the situation was uncomfortable, I didn’t stop grinning.
“How about I buy you a drink, sir. You seem like a nice fellow!” I grinned even more extensively than before. He rolled his eyes and agreed. As we walked down the streets, we passed a vending machine. Angle Dust ran up to it, without me realizing, and punched in his nickname. Also known as drugs.
“Look, man, everyone has there own stuff. You have the grin; I have the drugs,” Angel Dust snickered. He opened the bag and shoved his face into the powder, only to sniff it. He acted just like a dog. I laughed twice before I smiled again.
“So Dust, do you have a clue about the fiasco happening? The hotel appearance in hell?” I asked without removing the grin off my face. Angel Dust threw his head back with pink and white stuff all around his mouth and nose.
“Yeah yeah. One of my friend’s friend is the princess of hell. That demon on the television was the princess named Charlotte. They call her Charlie for short.” He replies, only then to stuff his face back into the bag.
We finally approach the bar. Angel had already finished his appetizer, and now he was ready for some drinks. The bar was across the soon to be “hotel,” which gave the bar a higher chance of getting double paid.
We sat at the bar and waited for the bartender to approach.
“Two cups of your finest red wine, good sir!” I tell the bartender with a huge grin on my face. Angel dust began to scratch on the woods bar table with a hint of unsureness.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked him with a slight laugh at the end. The wine arrived, and as soon as I took a sip of it, Dust had already chugged it down.
“Hit me with a shot of the fucking good ass tequila!” Dust yelled at the bartender. I cross my front leg and place it on top of the left leg and observe his body language.
“Dust, What’s on your mind?” I asked him, placing the glass of wine back on the wooden counter. He threw his first two arms in the back of his head, the second arms he crossed, and the last two were dangling from the stool.
“None of your fucking business, strawberry pimp!” He yells as he receives the bloody tequila. He chugged that one as well and placed it hardly on the counter. He huffed and puffed before his eyes were shot open.
I turn to face the back of me and see this sort, slim demon walk in. One of her eyes had a pink X and an intriguing personality. She walked up to the bartender and mouthed something I couldn’t hear. I turn back around and see Dust drooling for her. I laugh happily and stare at Dust.
“You find her...pleasing?” I ask politely, not receiving a response. I sigh and clap my hands loud enough where everyone around us started at us. He blinked before yelling at me. The music in the background continues to play, making so everyone couldn’t hear our conversation.
“Dude, you have it all wrong. Just drop it!” He slightly yelled. I took another sip of my wine when I noticed her coming over here.
“Hey, dork! Who is this pimp?” The young women asked Dust. He froze and just admired her. She gave him an uncomfortable look making me jump in.
“Hello my dear, my name is Alastor! It’s a pleasure meeting your acquaintance!” I said to her, reaching my hand out to her. She furrowed her eyebrows but shook my hand anyway.
“So, how do you know, Angel Dust?” She asked me being brunt. I pull up a stool for her to sit on, and she does. I couldn’t help but look at how Dust admires this young woman.
“Well, as I was walking down the streets of hell, I bumped into him accidentally,” I said with a huge grin forming on my face. She snickered and started to laugh, as well as Dust.
“I’m sorry, dude, but I can’t take you seriously with that grin of yours,” She said as she continued to snicker. When her eyes closed for a split second, I signaled Dust to talk to her.
“Pardon me but, I don’t think I got your name,” I asked her politely. She then realized her mistake and smiled at me.
“My name is Vaggie— wait a minute, you’re the RADIO DEMON!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. I kept my grin up, but my eyes gave a different response. Everyone around us looked at us and gasped. I sigh in defeat. I grabbed the cup of wine and chugged it down my throat.
“It was nice meeting both of you! I hope our paths cross another time until then I wish you a good day!” I say, leaving some of my change at the counter and left the bar.
As I walked down the streets once again, I heard heavy footsteps come from behind. I turned my head back just a bit and noticed Dust running at me. I decided to stop and turn his way.
He makes his way in front of me and pants. He shows me his index finger so I could hold on so he could catch his breath. After a while, Vaggie came our way, making me grin even larger. Dust manages to get up, and Vaggie arrives.
“I can’t believe yours, out of breath! It was at least a five-minute walk from the bar to here!” Vaggie said, rolling her eyes. Dust finally looked at me and slightly smiled.
“Look, I might know the history of this dude and the king, but hey, he bought me a drink. I can’t just let him slip through my fingers!” Dust said without hesitation what so ever. I grinned, and my pupils became radio dials.
“You think I’m a pushover, Dusty?”I say to him in a deeper voice. I transformed into my radio demon form and stared him down. He shrugged his shoulders and hid behind Vaggie. Vaggie rolled her eyes and pushed Dust on the ground with her elbow.
“Look, Alastor. I can’t trust you, after what you did to the kingdom, I can’t forgive you!” Vaggie said while Dust regained consciousness from the fall. I turn back into my original state and twirl my staff with a smile on my face.
“I understand your frustration, my dear, but that happened a long time ago. I have changed!” I said while throwing my staff in the air only to catch it with my right hand, still looking at Dust with a massive grin on my face.
“Prove it! Then we will see what happens, you tall Hijo de perra!” Vaggie says while pulling Dust up from the ground. I nod with a smile and bow.
“Well, I must go now. Nice meeting both of you! Have a lovely evening, my darlings~” I cooed at them, almost punching them with my staff. I walked downtown hell to make it to my apartment.
The door was locked, making me have to fly to the top. I rushed my radio form and used the pressure of the ground to impulse myself upwards.
I landed on the top of the building and kicked down the door to head inside. As I walked down the fire escape, I hear a television shatter. I jumped and watched how the television went down five floors. I shrugged it off and entered my apartment.
I closed my eyes and let my body take over. I made my imagination go places, and I let my feelings disappear.
Chapter 2: Charlotte Magne