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Alastor slowly, cautiously wandered through the open floor. Not a damned soul. Not even staff. Of course it was late but hardly THAT late. Or maybe it was...the lack of windows could, and intentionally DID throw a man off to the passage of time. He began to worry HE had lost time with Lucifer. He disappeared his cane, putting his hands in his pockets, thoughtfully. Feeling silk touch his left hand, he sighed. The demonesses glove.

He shook his head to clear it. He felt slightly shaken from the encounter with the devil, his cock-suredness had definitely gotten the best of him, but he was without regrets, just felt...foolish. And it didn't help that all of hell seemed to have received a memo that he did not. He was usually quite in the know so something as simple as the cabaret closing early didn't normally escape him. But he wasn't going to add stealing a ladies glove to his list of grievances for the night.

He took it out to inspect it. White, silk, very classy...delicate. He hadn't wanted to leave it on the floor to get trampled, who knows where the dancer had managed to get it on her pay. Denizens of Hell weren't always known for being the best at tipping. In the moment he had thought it best to return it himself, but now he feared he wouldn't be able to. She hadn't been one of the regulars, probably just dropped in for some quick cash for the night. He supposed he could leave it with Mimzy-

The sound of breaking glass and a scream came from backstage. His head tilted with a crack and his eyes narrowed. His next stop was to be Rosie's and he didn't like to call on a woman so late but it seemed something else might be taking precedence.

Twirling his cane, he made his way backstage, knowing full well that the only windows that could have been were on the upper green room floor. As he phased up the stairs he turned the corner and sighed, his thoughts confirmed.

Running towards him down the hall was the dancer from earlier that night. Robe, ripped and flaring to reveal her scanty show undergarments, makeup smeared, eyes wild. She came to a screeching halt at the sight of him. Slipping in her stockings and falling at his feet in her desperate attempt to stop. Her eyes somehow seemed to grow wider as she looked up at him in fear.

"Hello Darling," Alastor said silkily, heavy lidded eyes and smile flaring, bending at the waist to lean in closer to her. She opened her mouth as if to scream but no sound came. She started to scramble backwards, away from him, when heavy footsteps made her glance over her shoulder.

Alastor stood up straighter as a large, wolfish demon came barreling around the corner. Unlike the dancer, he didn't seem frightened. His eyes were lit with the thrill of the chase, tongue hanging out over his teeth as he salivated. That same light vanished quickly as he also saw Alastor and skidded to a halt, much more capable than his prey. The wolf demon looked frightened, or at the very least surprised, but gave a nervous laugh and crossed his large arms over his equally as large chest. He was as tall as Alastor, and much more muscular, and he attempted to show his full presence, but the Radio Demon could still smell fear under the bravado.

"Heyyyyy, well if it ain't...you the uh...Broadcastin' People eatin' son of a-" he started, in a manner he must have thought seemed comradly.

"I believe we all know who I am," Alastor cut him off, not missing the way the wolf's jaw tensed. "The question my fine fellow is...who are you?"

The wolf demon smirked and gave a hearty laugh. "Eh...doesn't matter. Names are a dime a dozen tonight…" His eyes flickered hungrily at the demoness cowering at their feet, her head snapping back and forth between the two sharp toothed forces blocking her from escaping. "And so's a meal. Had my nose set on the dame but...you can have her if you want, Chief," there was something almost friendly in his offer that made the Radio demon's eyes narrow, smiling growing tight. The wolf licked his lips and looked back at the girl. "She's a catch though, so you should appreciate my generosity. Figured that broad could settle my appetite in more ways than one, if you get my drift. Hell….we could even share."

Insignia's began to swirl around Alastor at the insinuation and his eyes began to glow. The wolf, however, seemed pleased with himself. The demoness backed away from him, but only slightly with what waited on the other side. Shadow began to create tendrils around Alastor and she shrieked as one caught her ankle and pulled her behind the overlord. The smirk fell from the unnamed demon, but the wolf didn't falter. Putting his hands up and snarling a lip he added, "Fine keep her to yourself."

The wolf turned on his heels to leave and found himself nose to nose with the sickening, yellow tooth smile of the Radio Demon. With a whimper he leaped back. Alastor's features contorted and stretched, growing taller and looming over the demon. No Name bit the inside of his lip trying to decide if it would be a fight or a flight. "You're lucky," Alastor's voice was filled with static and the room seemed to fill with a hot red light. "The only thing I find more distasteful than a man like you…" The demon let out a yelp as shadows wrapped around him, lifting him from the ground. "Are dogs." The shadow wrapped demon was sent flying over the demoness's head, down the long hallway, and out the window with a shattering of glass.

The demoness covered her head with her hands, peaking through her fingers to see the Radio Demon walking towards her, his features returning to normal and a wide and friendly expression on his face. She flinched as he held out a hand to her and quickly tried to scramble away.

"Now, now," his voice crooned behind her and she felt shadows entangle her arms, holding her in place. She could barely breathe as she was turned against her will to face him, large eyes and smile beaming. "Where is everyone one...and what did he mean about tonight?"

"I-i-i," she tried.

His eyes narrowed and his smile slid into a smirk. "Come now, darling. Speak."

"It's extermination night."

The Radio Demon's eyes went wide and he gave a hearty laugh as she was dropped to the floor. "Ha HA! Of course," he dramatically face palmed and leaned down to her again. "My dear, I cannot believe I've been so distracted as of late that I could have forgotten. HOW silly of me."

She gave a weak smile, a nervous laugh, and then turned on her heels to bolt, only to smack right into him again. He frowned down at her, a look of genuine confusion on his face. "And where do you think you're running off to?"

"Please," her eyes began to well with tears. "Please...I'll...I'll do whatever you want..just don't...don't...please don't hurt me."

He laughed again as though she had told the funniest joke. He adjusted his monocle, his laughter dissipating into radio frequencies. "Darling, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm helping!"

Her fear fled and her jaw dropped. What?