Everything went to Hell (figuratively).
It all started when Alastor's radio station appeared to play a constant soft jazz tune. Nobody really cared or even took notice.
Until some realized that was it.
Nothing else other than a jazz number played. It wouldn't seem to be a looped song until you paid close attention.
That was the first.
Charlie had plans on seeing Alastor for a short meeting just to check on his mental health. The door was locked and she knocked for him.
No response. She sighed as she brought out the master key and unlocked the door.
Once she opened the door, Charlie nearly passed out.
The room was empty. And by empty, it was completely unoccupied. The suite looked like it was ready for a new guest.
However, the previous guest wasn't present. In fact, Alastor left no trace of himself in the room.
Charlie sprinted back towards the office where everyone (Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk,Niffty) was. She bursted through the door, surprising everyone and worried Vaggie as she saw Charlie's face.
"Charlie? What's wrong?" Vaggie said.
"H-he's gone." Charlie stammered.
"What?" Husk said.
"Alastor's gone." Charlie stuttered.
Husk and Niffty rushed out of the room as Vaggie and Angel Dust tried to calm her down.
Soon enough, the hotel tried to look for the Radio Demon. But every attempt was in vain. Everyone was completely shocked.
That was the second.
Nobody was caring about the disappearance of Alastor except for the Overlords.
While some Overlords would normally want Alastor gone, each and every one of them was shocked when they realized that the Radio Demon had disappeared from their lives.
The few Overlords that knew Alastor were shocked to the core. Completely unsure on why he disappeared, they made some attempts to find answers.
They visited the Radio Tower and the hotel for any kind of reassurance but there were no satisfactory answers.
The other Overlords were mostly unsure on how to tackle the subject. Some of them gave some comments on it while others would mostly ignore it.
That was the third.
And then the news reports flooded in.
Numerous news outlets from the television kind to random websites to even newspapers were reporting on the sudden disappearance of Alastor.
That sent everyone into a surprised panic.
Many reporters basically invaded anything that would be related to Alastor. The Radio Tower, the hotel and visited the Overlords.
The hotel didn't really have any kind of answer or at least defended themselves from the waves of people looking for a nice news report.
Overlords didn't give any kind of response and usually chased the reporters away. Some of them would at least attempt to give an answer.
However, nothing came of it.
Those interested in Alastor's disappearance would listen to his former radio station trying to find any kind of answer.
Some tried to write down the music into the tabulations and music sheets. Some tried to see if there was hidden audio soaked under the jazz.
These attempts wouldn't bring anything so the only thing that they could do was listen.
And then, the broadcast.
Everyone that was listening to the radio station which ranged from Overlords, to the hotel staff, took notice that the jazz was changing from the soft number and leading into a crescendo.
It exploded into a jazz onslaught of saxophones before cutting itself off.
"Test, test. One, two, three." Alastor's voice boomed after some silence.
The voice caught the attention of those who tuned in.
As Alastor made some kind of adjustments whilst mumbling to himself, those who were listening were finally intrigued.
He chuckled after a period of mumbling, "Do you want to hear a story?"
Alastor sighed, "Around a decade and a half ago, I met a demon. He was a nice one."
"However, just about five years later, he went away."
Alastor gave another chuckle, "I wasn't the cause of his disappearance but I was somewhat close to him. Not in a relationship sense, more of.. friends."
"But I have forgotten about him. I don't know how but I have."
Alastor seemed to adjust himself judging from the audio, "And after all the chaos that was past ten years, he comes back."
He chuckled again, "This demon had a fairly great ability to forge or change angels spears into your average weapon such as a knife, machete and... bullets."
"I'm not sure how and why but this demon decides to attack me. And he was bloody successful."
"Isn't that right, Charlie?"
As for Charlie, she was listening to Alastor's radio station in her office along side the other hotel staff. They were almost surprised at the fact Alastor was talking to them.
"But that's something else." Alastor stated bluntly.
He cleared his throat, "I admit that what I'm doing now is not like me. But I am doing this because I need answers."
"I might not come back. This may be the last time..." Alastor trailed off, unwilling to finish his sentence.
He chuckled once more after a moment of silence, "I wish to say goodbye with this broadcast."
"To the residents of Hell, there is no point in missing me. Live on your merry little lives." Alastor said.
"To those of the hotel.." Alastor took a breath, "...I sincerely wish you the best of luck. You keep fighting, for as long as you can. Even when I'm not there, you stand that ground."
"And to the Overlords.." he gave a small laugh, "Don't you dare forget me."
Alastor sighed, "Finally, to those who will miss me.."
"Thank you so much for tuning in."
And... that's where we'll end.
Yeaaaa...
I admit I initially had no plan of cutting this story into parts, but the next part of this story was going to be quite big and completely different from this story's core arc. (No spoiling here.)
Hopefully you'll enjoyed. Thanks for reading, amigo.
Stay tuned for the next part!
