In the streets of Hell
A lone figure, dressed in a pure black yukata walked down the street, random demons around him just walking by, not knowing the hatred that lied beyond that cold and calculating gaze.
"It's been seven years, since the only source of entertainment in this god forsaken realm vanished. It was a shame really, I kind of liked his broadcast..." Sukuna murmured.
A random demon was about to bump into him, but he suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist. All other demons who witnessed this strange occurrence started screaming, panicking and running away. Cars crashed into each other, demons started fighting each other for some reason, and there was even a random airship, hovering and shooting energybeams onto the buildings, with a faint echoing laughter eminating from it.
"So much damn noise..." was all Sukuna said, when he interlocked two of his hands in a strange pattern. What came next, was utter chaos. The buildings started crumbling, the demons who were running away fell to the ground, sliced into multiple pieces, dying before they could process what just happened. The airship fell out of the sky, dismantled completely, with a lone survivor emerging from under the rubble. As he looked upon the carnage he just caused, a vicious smile formed on his face. "Aaah...the symphony of dying screams." he said to noone in particular, as he turned around and left that ruined part of the Pentagram.
He knew of an Overlord meeting that was supposed to be held that day, but he couldn't be bothered to show up. In the beginning the other Overlords tried to force him to show up, but every time they did, he killed a couple of them, so they stopped bothering him. As he was walking by a store, on the large screen, a strange broadcast was taking place. He instantly recognised the singing figure of Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell.
However, what really grabbed his attention, was the particular demon who was watching the show from amidst the large crowd.
"You're finally back, huh? But something is different about you. Almost like..." his eyes narrowed, as a disappointed sigh escaped his lips. "Pathetic...I'm disappointed." he said and disappeared, the particular demon's ears twitched, as he turned around.
"For a second I felt like someone was watching me. Must have been the wind. Hahahaha" he said in his distorted radio like voice, and he turned back to watch the broadcast.
In the Happy Hotel
The mood was glum. Nothing went as Charlie planned, the interview ended up in chaos, the hotel's only patron was spotted out in the streets killing demons. She was desperate. She tried calling her mother, but as usual, she didn't answer the phone. As she hung up and ended the message, a figure silently entered the hotel.
"That was a shitshow, but at least it was entertaining." Sukuna smirked at Charlie, who just puffed up her cheeks and pouted.
"I don't have the time or energy to deal with you right now, Sukuna!" she almost yelled, but quieted down by the end.
"You honestly couldn't have expected that to go any other way, could you, little one?" Sukuna tried being comforting, as per his deal, but it just wasn't natural for him.
"I don't know what I expected. But it wasn't this. Maybe demons aren't worthy of a second chance after all. Maybe Dad was right." Charlie sniffled, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
Then, a loud knock came from the main door. Then three more rhythmic knocks. Then another. Charlie looked at the door, scared, as a large shadow loomed over the mosaic styled glass.
The knocks just kept on going, until Charlie opened the door. And there he stood. Alastor. The Radio Demon. "Hello there!" his distorted voice echoed in the main hall of the hotel. All the residents gathered in the middle, interested in the newcomer.
"Uhmm...Vaggie? The Radio Demon is here?!" Charlie called out heistantly. Luckily, the ever vigilant Vaggie came rushing, spear in hand, pointing it at Alastor. "Do not come a step further, you monster!" Vaggie called out, however the Radio Demon didn't seem bothered by the weapong right infront of him.
"Pleasure to meet all of you, I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon! I saw your little fiasco on that accursed picture show, and well...I haven't been that entertained since the stockmarket crash of 1929!" his radio like voice and laughter cut through the tension. If he was good at one thing, it was making light of a serious situation.
"So why are you here?" Charlie demanded, not enjoying being made fun of like that. "I won't let you hurt anyone here, you ponpous cheesy talkshow shitlord!" Vaggie stood by her girlfriend bravely, weapon in hand, poised to strike at any time.
With a small chuckle Alastor pushed the spear away from himself, and with his eyes turning red and smile getting wider, he said "Ohhohoh dear...If I wanted to hurt anyone here..." he was turning more demonic sentence by sentence "I would have done so already!" with his last words, his power surged, putting an invisible pressure on everyone in the room. Almost everyone. One person stood calmly in the back. However, with such a blatant threat right infront of him, he couldn't stay still.
"I would very much like to see you try..." his voice calm and measured, with slow steps he approched Alastor, matching his height. As he talked, two more eyes opened up below his original eyes, and two more arms emerged from below the yukata.
The two powerful beings stood before each other, their power clashing, almost creating sparks. Everyone in the room was silent, Charlie, having been gently pulled back by one of Sukuna's arms now stood behind her guardian, looked worried. 'If they start fighting, my hotel will not survive the clash.' she thought, worried, her eyes darting between the two Overlords.
"You've grown weaker since I last saw you, Alastor..." Sukuna taunted.
"I assure you, I have more than enough tricks up my sleeves to deal with you." Alastor retorted, confident, but a slight nervous hint could be heard in his voice. And Sukuna heard it.
"Not so confident are you? Well..I'll let this one slide, but you better learn your place, if you don't plan on disappearing again that is..." as he finished his sentence, a small cut appeared on Alastor's face, right below his right eye.