Alastor had the plan set.
While one would call him a bit paranoid or a bit crazy to go with what he wanted to do, he knew that it was the best decision.
He had packed all of his luggage except for one, which was at least a few days worth of clothes. With some voodoo etchings into his suitcases, he put the ones he didn't need now in a place nobody knew with the snap of his fingers.
He knew that supplies were necessary and Alastor had secretly stocked up on water and food rations for a few weeks at least. The journey was going to be long and painful.
Nobody had caught on what he wanted to do, but he remained cautious and discreet whenever he had to get something necessary for the journey.
Alastor really didn't wish it was going to end up like this but he had give a reason for why he was leaving.
Today was the day he wanted to get the problem over and done with.
He slowly ironed one of the many suits he had so that he could be presentable for the last time.
The warmth of the shirt and pants against his skin was comforting but he still felt sadness of the situation.
Once he managed to get himself ready, he exited his suite, microphone staff in hand.
The hotel seemed to have gotten used to Alastor's isolation and nobody except for the main hotel management. He walked down the halls, observing the place for what may be his last time.
He passed by the dining hall, which was holding a lunch service at the moment.
Alastor stopped at the entrance, glancing in. There wasn't much people inside but everyone that ran the hotel was there. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty and Angel Dust were busy eating at one of the tables. Guests were present but it didn't fill the entire hall up.
Is this the last time I'll see them?
The thought made him think to join them.
The Radio Demon walked into the hall, getting some eyes on him. He nodded towards the demon heading the hall at the front, notifying that he was going to have some food.
He pranced towards the buffet available. It wasn't much but he knew that the serving would still be great. He gave a small glance towards the other staff. Alastor wound up making eye contact with Husk who gave a smirk to him.
Alastor only took the ones that he could eat quite quickly. Once he got everything he wanted, he walked over to the table where the gang were sitting.
"Al!" Charlie called.
He smiled at her and everyone else as he sat down and joined them.
While what followed soon after was a blur, he enjoyed the moment.
They were laughing, smiling and overall having a good time. They ate happily and everyone was joking around, though no food was being thrown.
But Alastor still felt sad, even though he smiled and kept talking like his usual self. Especially since this may be the last time he'll be with them.
I'll miss you all.
After the luncheon, Alastor managed to get out of the hotel.
Fortunately, he was still posh enough to not get any odd looks for his attire.
As he walked towards his destination, Alastor smiled as he was a bit in a good mood. Demons were quickly noticing that he was smiling and mostly avoiding the deer demon.
Despite this, he still felt a tinge of sadness. His shadow showed this unfortunately, with the eyes being depressed. But this was overshadowed by the faint smile.
Alastor finally reached where he wanted to be, the Radio Tower.
Once he walked past the shelves and up the spiral staircase, he was inside his workspace.
Alastor took a deep breath, and placed the microphone staff on his desk. He then began one of the things he wanted to do: Clean the area.
Since he wanted to be discreet enough, he cleaned the workspace himself. His bedroom, kitchen and other small corners he could reach.
Alastor was able to clean the place much faster than he anticipated. By the end of it, he was only sweating a little.
However, the next thing he needed to do was a bit harder.
The Radio Demon walked over to his desk and grabbed his microphone staff. It's eye manifested and gave him a somewhat sad look at him. He sighed in response.
He promptly sat down on the chair at his desk. He took a look around the space. It looked...empty. But he wanted it that way.
Now some adjustments.
If there's one thing you would think Alastor was capable of, it was anything involving radio shows. He had made his career entirely based on the radio show and occasional drama.
But if he wanted to go, it was going to stop.
Once he made his changes, he propped his staff so that it could be used as a microphone.
Alastor took one last breath of relief, before he began.
"Test, test. One, two, three."
Alastor arrived at the hotel just an hour before night.
Nobody was around to see him, so that meant that he could quickly get ready for his plan.
He was managed to get into his suite just as night fell over Hell. The supplies necessary were all stuffed in a pretty big backpack. Alastor knew that he had about a small span of time to get out with everything he had to bring out.
While he could easily delay the plan to a later date, Alastor just had a fiery feeling to get out as soon as he can. His room was already empty with the exception of the backpack needed for his journey.
Alastor looked around for any voodoo etchings in the hotel suite he had made. His voodoo engravings into landmarks can make him teleport if there existed two of them in different locations.
However, in the years he stayed here, Alastor had not made any kind of etchings because it was more entertaining to walk than just teleport with ease.
Making his fingers into talons, he carved a symbol into the underside of the desk where nobody in particular would look for it.
He lounged around in the room as he waited for midnight.
To pass the time, Alastor quickly changed into the attire he wanted to use for the trek.
While it was unclear on where the border of Hell technically was, he knew that the safest way he could go to was the desert.
A trek across would take several weeks and months, and with the environment of Hell always trying to kill you, it was going to be dangerous.
Obviously, a suit wasn't going to work. So, he settled on a hoodie, a pair of black slacks, a facial mask, dark sunglasses, and a dark brown cap. While it would look stupid in his terms, Alastor had to wear it.
The clock next to him was only at 10pm, but he was getting antsy.
He wanted to leave now, but he couldn't.
He sighed, and checked the supplies he had. His eyes went wide the moment he saw the machete.
It's white glow on the metal nearly made him faint. He recognized what kind of material the weapon was made out of.
He quickly made the decision to rearrange the supplies so that the machete was easy to grab in hand, and everything else was an afterthought if he was in danger.
How did I not notice it?
He wasn't so sure why he didn't take notice of the weapon. But it was possibly because he never cared for angel spears in the first place.
But that interest only started because of Idosing.
Alastor thought about the whole point of this journey. To find that damned zebra demon.
Oh, what torture he would like to invoke onto the man. The thoughts of the ways he could do it were pure ecstasy and made him smile.
However, he knew that Idosing had a myriad of weapons that could kill him. But he knew that not everything could protect the zebra demon.
Alastor took a glance at the clock which was now thirty minutes to midnight.
It was risky to leave now, but he wanted to. He went to his bathroom and faced his mirror. He tried to push down his hair so that nobody would recognize him. He pushed by the fringe of his hair back and pressed his ears down to his head. He kept it all down with the dark black cap.
Looking at himself, he looked stupid. But it was required to wear it so that he could be stealthy.
He put on the other gear to his body. The facial mask, the sunglasses and cap completely covered his face. He put the hood over his head and he barely looked like himself.
He glanced at the clock and it was midnight. Exiting the bathroom and entering the main room. He picked up the bag on the floor and put it on his shoulders. He slowly exited his room, and shut the door, leaving the key inside.
Alastor walked swiftly to one of the emergency staircases and walked down to the ground floor. His footsteps echoed a bit but he remained quiet.
He couldn't get out via the front door so he went out through one of the fire exits. Alastor found himself outside and paced peacefully to the front of the hotel.
Nobody was at the front at this time, so that Alastor wasn't getting any odd looks.
He looked at the hotel. It's misshapen structure was menacing and calming at the same time. He gave a sigh almost on the verge of tears and turned away.
Alastor pranced around the edge of the city. Everyone was asleep other than a few nocturnal demons. Some took glances at him, but nobody particularly cared.
Soon enough, the desert was just in front of him. It was time.
Alastor walked towards the sandy landscape. Sand shifted every time he stepped. Before long, he was in the midst of the desert.
He walked for a while before scaling a particular large dune. He could see a few other much taller ones but he wanted to see from this one.
Once at the top, Alastor faced the city. It's skyline was still as menacing as ever but he knew this was the last time he'll see the place.
He gave a small smirk to himself before walking into the unknown thinking one last thought.
I'll miss you all.
