I own none of the things! Thank you guys so much for the support! And the questions...In the words of a certain Radio Demon..."Stay tuuuuuned" ;)

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Alastor slipped out of his room, humming, an aggressive static surrounding him. It appeared he and Lucifer needed to have a chat.

He expected a game. A challenge. To corrupt an angel into falling or navigate a victim, but this...was much crueler than he would have thought even the devil possible. He moved through the hallways twirling his cane, lost in thought. That last time he had seen that face outside of a photograph had been...well...it was hard to count time in Hell. In truth he had ached to see that face in Hell for what could have been centuries but in the end had resigned himself to believing it was better to know she hadn't been sent to the wretched place at all. He had lived what felt like a lifetime without that face and longer afterlife after that. And now here she was. With no memory of him.

He sighed to himself. That too was perhaps for the best. It was torture to think of the last time he had seen her. An image swam into his mind of the two of them. Two humans eating gumbo out of a pot with spoons at a table. A radio playing in the background under him playfully telling her that he would under no circumstances trade his glasses in for a monocle because no matter how "fashionable" it was, it didn't seem practical in the least. He shook his head. This was truly the most torturous thing Hell had wrought so far.

He made his way through the streets of Hell to a cabaret he knew the King frequented. The minute he entered he could feel the temperature of the room change. The burlesque artist onstage nearly fell off her chair and the whistles and shouting dulled to a murmur. A cocktail server hurried to greet him nervously if not cheerfully but he politely waved her away. Eyes followed as he made his way to the stage tapping his microphone. The dancer started to move away but he gave her a kiss on the hand and a chivalrous bow before declaring, "Just a moment my dear. I can't upstage a beauty like you but I'd like JUST a moment." The poor girl looked like she didn't know if she should blush or scream and instead just nodded speechlessly and took a step back. Alastor gave a wicked grin to the crowd before clearing his throat into the microphone, slipping into his best radio voice. "If our Lord is present I would very much appreciate an audience."

Crickets. Quickly replaced by static that made many patrons cover their ears in vain.

"I'll ask again-"

"My MY, friend, always a flair for the dramatics," Lucifer's voice called from an upper balcony. "Stop making a show of yourself and come up. Let the lady dance, good fellow!" A few people, now feeling empowered by the presence of the king, gave shouts of agreement. Alastor followed the voice to see Lucifer leaning on the guard rail, his face not nearly as jovial as his voice. Alastor shot him a grin, his head tilting with a crack that echoed through the room before giving the dancer a twirl of presentation and exiting the stage.