A silence had already been setting itself in the room for a few hours. Everyone was sleeping, so it seemed...

Alastor finished his mug of coffee, somewhat filled with this annoyance that resulted from not knowing what to do: that was it again. Boredom.

Yet, he had to be on air for his daily show later this morning, which gave him a few more hours ahead to occupy himself. He looked down at his notes for a few seconds, and...

Well, surprisingly enough, he wished at this point he had not prepared everything yet. But everything was there: ready to be presented!

Finally, what seemed to be perfect... was maybe also what triggered this sort of frustration deep inside him: if things were less "perfect", he would have more left to do... wouldn't he?

He stood back up, and started pacing his room... pondering, and yet getting lost in his thoughts. His legs needed to move, he figured. Why not going for a walk after all?

He left the building discreetly, then closed the door behind him.


He felt the cold air filling his lung, before that he genuinely exhaled... Once again, he took the perfect decision by carrying his scarf with him after all! Nonetheless, the cold sensation somewhat awoke his senses... though for only a brief instant.

Finally, he decided to join the wooden area nearby: it might change from the usual city atmosphere he was used to immerse himself in, after all.

A misty place welcomed him, as he let himself sink in the depth of the forest. A pinkish red light gently pierced the mysterious darkness of the fog that was surrounding him. He could hear the melody of a silent void, with yet the presence of what he assumed to be wild animals. Potentially birds? He felt somewhat captivated...

Hell was supposed to be a place for the dead... but yet happened to be surprisingly vivid. Full of what we could call another type of life maybe? It didn't feel that much different from what he had known before what was supposed to be his death, finally... besides his new powers. He sat down on a fallen tree, then started meditating.

This is how perfect the Radio Demon had become since then, eventually... he had become a powerful man, who was now respected in this realm. Some sort of kingdom... that could be his. But wasn't... as technically Lucifer was the king! But still... Alastor was also the source of a lot of envy from his other fellows! But also of... rivalry.

Well, to say so, if Alastor had to give a perfect image of himself... he also had to preserve this image. But also his powers, his territory... and just, his place in hell.

But, at the same time, what was his place in hell... in the middle of this whole nature that was surrounding him? What type of realm was that after all?

He knew the type of rivalry he could have with other demons (including mainly overlords), but... how vulnerable was he toward Mother Nature? He was not sure how to feel about this at all. Was he supposed to feel so... petit? While yet, his powers somewhat made him feel confident about himself? If the deer overlord happened to be a mystery for a load of people (including himself), he also happened to find this nature mysterious per se.

Perhaps, this is a part of the small imperfections he might actually be (paradoxically) grateful for: his lack of knowledge regarding this grandeur... and the opportunity it was offering him to discover some more about it!

He stood back up, and went back for his walk as he felt a spurt of energy reaching his legs again. But at the same time, he noticed a slight pressure inside his lower belly. He resolved to think he might not stay for too long anyway, and that he would probably easily find his way back (as he usually did). At the same time, Alastor had to join soon his radio office... and perhaps to buy a few things on his way as well?

He remembered there was a lake not that far, toward which he decided to walk... a few thirty minutes, to say so?

However, as he went deeper in the foggy forest he noticed that this sensation weighed more and more upon his lower belly. At this point, he realized something: he might have drunk way too much coffee. And finally, what he judged to be too perfect in this morning also had... its little flaws.

Al wasn't sure whether he wanted to directly walk up to his work place... or even downtown at this point. He had been carried away by this little dynamics... in a way, that he could NOT quit right away. But yet, he had his little needs? And that's how Mother Nature had her little say.

Though he might technically not have shown this in usual circumstances, he was not completely sure whether or not he was feeling confident at this point. He looked around, slightly anxiously... as if nosy, sneaky eyes might be watching him. As if, an audience was staring, waiting for the next impression he would make out of his daily routine! But yet... here, a heavy silence was answering instead. Alastor noticed he was not carrying his microphone with him either...

Finally, as now the pain started pushing his bladder, begging for some relief, the man gave up on finding any other solution. After washing a last doubt away, he discretely pulled down his dark pants, and squatted. The sensation of the cold air started caressing his humid and sensitive bottom lips, which made him feel completely exposed... while yet, he was sure his long tunic was at least covering his rear area (?) But didn't he take the time to process the situation that he started pushing away the content that had been burdening him.

He suddenly felt a hot stream powerfully hitting his flappy walls, which made him heave a sigh of relief. The hissing sound that came out started piercing the silence of the woods, while he observed the misery he was now doing to the corner of that tree... Over the seconds, the pleasure started covering the anxiety he was initially having, which progressively made him forget that he was literally outdoor.

As he felt the stream weakening and then stopping, he realized what he had just done.

"Oh dear, look at this...", he commented with a contemplative look.

The overlord grasped a piece of tissue and gently wiped his intimacy with it, before sighing again. After putting back his piece of clothes, he now looked down at this puddle (that he had just made himself) with a satisfied smile. And as he was now content toward this little private moment he had with himself... he was nearly confident about the fact no nosy eyes had seen him.

Well. Finally, this morning... he had found some satisfaction, in a little imperfection.


*Author's note: Well; this small text (that I would suppose to be a one-shot?), was actually initially meant for a fanart I drew under the same name: "Cold Morning" (a tad explicit, but you can find it on Twitter or AO3, I guess. Well, I have the same username over there!)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!