Alastor was nearing something.

The first sign was the presence of vegetation. The green plants started appear within the sand rarely. Then, the plants appeared more often.

Before long, he was in a desert grassland. The feeling of grass across his feet was pleasant, but not for long.

Without any kind of threats in the grassland, he set up a small area for a camp. It was easy for him to manifest fire for a campfire and quickly set up a comfortable place to rest with the backpack.

He had drained through half of his supplies already and Alastor was gulping a water bottle and some junk food.

Hopefully, I'm close.

Once he put out the fire, he quickly grabbed everything he needed and continued his walk.

Light and dark passed like nothing as he stepped along the grassland that got greener each passing day. Alastor was strong for a measly walk across long distances, but for one stretched out this long was beginning to take a toll on him.

His body was noticable much skinnier and he was having a harder time to regain his breath. On some occasions, he would pass out from tiredness.

Alastor would wake up several days later and possibly longer, and he would take time to rest a while after. Once he felt like he was ready to move, the deer would grab everything he had and continue.

Time was something he barely cared for, but he wasn't so sure how long it had been nor how longer it will be.

The grassland was now a hilly plains area. Now that he was away from the desert, he had taken off most of his facial attire leaving only the facial mask on.

Alastor was feeling very tired, probably one of few times he was feeling this way. The urge to sleep was beginning to take over him.

He stepped towards the flattest area of the plains, and once he arrived, Alastor placed the backpack and laid down on it using it as a pillow.

The moment he found a comfortable position and closed his eyes, he was fast asleep.

Alastor managed to find himself back in the dark room.

From he could guess, it was this sort of safe space that would sometimes give him a memory. But he only was in this room two times so he could be wrong.

He didn't even attempt to stand up, as he continued to lay down on the floor.

"Hey."

Alastor was surprised as a soft yet aged female voice echoed through the room. It was comforting, almost like his mother.

What if it is?

"Al, I know you're sad."

Okay, he wasn't sure if this was a memory or his mother from heaven speaking directly down to him. But he felt warmer, like being embraced with a hug.

"But I know you're strong. You've said you're strong."

The deer recognized the New Orleans accent the woman had.

While he retained the accent, and on occasion slipped out in public, the accent never stuck with him because of his Mid-Atlantic accent.

But even with that thought, he somehow felt happy.

"There, there, it's alright. It will all be fine in the end."

The warmth suddenly tightened around him,except he wasn't complaining. He enjoyed the hug and it lasted for the perfect amount of time somehow.

It stopped but he still felt the residual effect of the hug.

"Now, let's get you ready-"

Alastor suddenly woke up.

He was still within the grassy plain hills but there was an exceptionally strong wind gushing between the mellow hills and valleys.

Alastor somehow felt happy and knew the situation was easy to handle. He was quick to get up and grabbed the half full yet heavy backpack.

The wind was definitely picking up as he attempted to walk in a straight line. It was pushing him forward more than pushing him back and sometimes it would near make him fall flat on his face.

But he managed to make quite some distance when the wind finally dissipated.

The one thing he noticed once the wind was behind him was that the land was gradually getting higher even with the presence of hills everywhere.

He soon realized why, making him stop dead in his tracks.

Alastor was at the foot of a mountain valley. The tallest peaks seemed to completely tower the landscape, while the shortest ones still had traces of snow on their top.

"Wow." he said to himself quietly.

He promptly began walking once more.

If you thought walking a million miles was hard enough, trying hiking around a few miles. Through an increasingly high number of plants.

The vegetation was getting more nature friendly as trees, ferns and even vines were quickly sprouting around Alastor as he walked.

It was hard trying to climb the hills so the Radio Demon stuck to the valleys, which was already hard enough.

Somehow, he found a river.

Given what he had been taught about nature in general, he knew that rivers usually started in mountains and flowed down from them. Rain was the primary reason for water sources within the tall rocky regions.

He sat down next to it once he walked adjacent to the river and against the river flow.

The water was incredibly clear especially for a river, and he could easily see the rocks and sediment that were within the water.

Alastor reached into the water, and gave himself a taste of the liquid.

His throat seemed to clear immediately and felt so hydrated for the first time in a while. He felt refreshed, and heaved a sigh of relief once he was done.

Using some of the empty bottles within the backpack, Alastor managed to get enough water for a long while. With that, he made the next steps of his journey.

Days passed like an afterthought as he trekked and hiked across the terrain through the empty landscape devoid of fauna. Whether it was a bright sunny day or a dark damp night, the deer demon was simply walking through the wilderness following the upstream of the river.

But the one thing he hated about the nice greenery was the silence.

With the exception of running water, rustling leaves, occasional wind and his bodily movements and breathing, no sounds were heard across his trek.

"It's so quiet." he spoke primarily to himself.

Alastor had the intense urge to pull out his microphone staff. However, it wasn't with him.

It was tucked away in a secret place only he knew of, and (hopefully) undiscovered by other people.

The problem was that the microphone staff was set to have his broadcasts appear on the radio station. Unfortunately, the only way to change this setting was via his Radio Tower.

He quickly manifested his staff which seemed surprised to be in such an environment.

"My,my! What a beauty!" it spoke.

"I know. We're going to sit down under this tree and bask in the beauty of this." he said to the mic staff.

Alastor quickly sat down on a patch of grass near the river, under the shade of a tree.

"Test, test, one, two, three." he stated.

Alastor thought about what he was going to do. He had disappeared for god-knows-how-long and everyone would've forgotten about him. But the deer demon wanted to pass the time doing something, at least being able to speak.

"Hello, citizens of Hell." Alastor said into his microphone.

"It is I, Alastor the Radio Demon."

He glanced around the nature and the soft sound of the river flowing entered his ears.

"I don't where I am. But it's so beautiful." he said.

"It's a pretty landscape of nature. The trees, the rivers, the hills and those mountains in the distance are just... enchanting almost."

He sighed, "I hope people are listening to this."

Alastor laughed at that statement, "But if you are, thanks for tuning in."

He shut off the microphone staff and quickly teleported it far away.

Nature was always breathtaking for him even if he wanted to kill a buck in his past life. The landscape here was just painting-worthy in his book.

But he still had to reach the border of Hell.

Alastor didn't feel like moving from this spot. He scooted over to the tree and positioned himself into a comfortable position to lay down on the tree.

He placed his backpack on his laps and leaned back on the tree. Alastor shut his eyes without much hesitation.

Before long, he was fast asleep.