As the party wound down, everyone began cleaning up the remnants of the festivities. Charlie and Vaggie cleaned up the remainder of the food and cake, taking the dishes to the kitchen to be cleaned. Angel and Husk took down the streamers and the various decorations. Nifty was having a blast scurrying around the room popping balloons with her giant needle.
" Stab, stab, stab!" Her maniacal laughter showed her delight in her task. The others made sure to stay out of her way. " Glad to see ya havin' fun Nif, just keep that thing to ya self this time." Angel gave the little cyclops the side eye. Nifty finished off the last of the balloons and wasted no time in continuing with her cleaning. With her usual boundless energy and efficiency, she darted around the room, gathering trash, clearing tables, and tidying up the space.
Angel Dust lazily leaned against the bar, his eyes still lingering on Nifty as she moved with remarkable speed and precision. He chuckled and commented, "Damn, look at her go. She's a one-demon cleaning machine."
Husk wiped down the bar and pushed Angel off to clean where he had been leaning. "That's for damn sure. Can you imagine if we left you in charge of cleaning? The place would be a fucking disaster zone within a day. We'd be knee-deep in filth." sarcasm dripping from his voice.
Angel, ever the shameless flirt, feigned offense at Husk's comment. He theatrically placed a hand on his chest and let out a mock gasp. "How dare you suggest I can't keep a clean hotel?! I'll have you know I can be very clean when I want to be!" He then shifted into a more suggestive tone, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Although, I can think of a few other...ways to make things 'messy' around here." Striking a seductive pose, Angel slid his lower arms down his hips and legs and stretched his upper arms above his head, pushing out his ample chest fluff.
Husk's eyes rolled expressively, but a touch of pink coloring dusted his cheeks at Angel Dust's suggestive remark. He quickly tried to disguise his reaction with a gruff grumble, "Yeah, yeah, alright, keep it in your pants, Angel."
Just as Angel Dust was about to respond to Husk, Vaggie and Charlie emerged from the kitchen, cutting off any further comment he might have made. Vaggie, ever the practical one, gave him a warning glare and said, "Angel, knock it off."
Angel Dust feigned innocence, shooting a charming smile at Vaggie. "What? I was just saying how I'm great at cleaning up messes!" he shrugged. Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. " Can't you just behave?!"
"Can't a guy have some fun? I swear, you guys are too uptight sometimes." Angel groaned at the moth. Charlie interjected, noticing the tension between Angel and Vaggie and trying to diffuse it. She gently inquired, "Has everything else been cleaned up? We don't want to forget anything before we all turn in for the night." Her voice had a hint of nervousness, betraying a subtle layer of concern.
Husk, having finished his tasks, lazily chimed in, "Yep, I'm all done. All shiny and clean."
Angel Dust, still lounging against the bar, gave a sarcastic salute. "Aye, aye, Cap'n. All done here too. The place is squeaky clean."
Charlie nodded, her gaze sweeping across the room, taking in the tidied-up space. "Alright, great. It looks like everything's all set then."
Vaggie, somewhat calmed by Charlie's intervention, gave a soft sigh and nodded. "Yeah, looks like we're all done here. We should probably head to our rooms and get some rest."
"U-um, guys, I need a l-little help, please..." she squeaked out. "I-I'm still too small to make it to my room by myself. C-could someone please help me get there?" Millie's quiet voice piped up from the table. Her tiny frame fidgeted anxiously, her face blushing subtly as she felt the weight of everyone's gazes on her.
"Oh, Millie, I'm so, so sorry!" Charlie exclaimed, her eyes wide with concern. She rushed over to the table that Millie was still on top of. Crouching down so that her face was eye level with her, Charlie continued, "I was so busy cleaning I totally
forgot that you're still tiny! That was completely thoughtless of me. Please forgive me! Let me take you to your room right now and make sure you're comfortable and safe."
But before Charlie could reach out to offer Millie her hand, Alastor reappeared. His sudden appearance startled the others as he materialized out of the shadows, "Oh, there's no need for you to trouble yourself, Charlie darling. I'll be more than happy to escort our tiny friend to her new room." Alastor interjected, his voice laced with his signature charm. Alastor, taking charge of the situation, added, "I've already picked out the perfect room for our diminutive darling. No need to worry."
His words seemed casual, but there was an air of authority about him that made it clear he intended to follow through on his offer. "I'm sure she'll find it quite suitable...until she returns to her normal size."
Vaggie, clearly skeptical of Alastor's intentions and protective of Millie, voiced her objections to his proposal. "Oh, no, no, no," Vaggie protested, her voice firm. "I am not letting you take Millie anywhere alone." Vaggie protested, her voice filled with caution.
Charlie was torn between wanting to trust Alastor and listening to Vaggie's concerns. She fidgeted nervously, biting her lower lip as she grappled with the choice. "Well, I mean... he probably means well, right?" she said hesitantly, looking back and forth between Vaggie and Alastor. " What?! Charlie, I highly doubt this shitlord isn't already planning to use Millie's small size for his own twisted entertainment." Vaggie turned to Charlie, waving jazz hands as she mocked the radio demon.
Alastor's ever present smile twitched in irritation. His eyes narrowed slightly at Vaggie's sarcastic comment, "Ah, my dear Vaggie," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. "Always so quick to doubt my intentions," he replied, as he slid up to the table Millie was standing on, "I assure you, I have nothing sinister or mischievous in mind for our tiny friend here. I am simply trying to assist, that's all."
"I'll take excellent care of her." He gave the angry moth a bow.
Charlie, ever the optimistic and hopeful, attempted to intervene before the disagreement between Alastor and Vaggie escalated any further. She placed a placating hand on Vaggie's shoulder, her voice gentle but firm.
"Vaggie, please," she interjected, her voice sweet and hopeful. "Maybe we should trust Alastor on this one. He's been helpful before. Please?" Charlie gave her girlfriend her biggest puppy eyes.
Vaggie's eyes flickered between Alastor and Charlie, her expression softening slightly as she looked into her girlfriend's pleading eyes. Charlie's puppy-dog gaze was nearly impossible to resist, especially when Charlie was the one asking.
A small sigh escaped Vaggie's lips, and she relented. "Fine," she huffed, her voice tinged with resignation. "I don't like it, but I guess we'll have to trust him for now."
Alastor's smile widened at Vaggie's surrender, clearly enjoying the subtle power he held in this situation. "Ah, excellent! I knew you'd come around eventually, my dear Vaggie," his voice dripping with satisfaction. He extended a hand towards the small Millie, his fingers beckoning. "Ahem, if you would be so kind, my dear, please step onto my hand," he coaxed.
Millie looked at Alastor's outstretched hand. She couldn't help but notice that she looked even smaller next to it. She wasn't really happy about the situation, but with no clear alternative and the expectation to comply, she cautiously stepped onto his palm. His eyes gleamed with a subtle hint of excitement, as if he were a child holding a delicate butterfly.
Alastor's grip tightened ever so slightly around Millie as she stepped onto his hand, his slender fingers curving gently around her small form. A hint of sinister satisfaction flickered through his eyes as he held the petite mouse demon in his palm. His mind entertained the thought of how easily he could crush her in his hand, the delicate fragility of her small stature in stark contrast to his own power.
There was an almost primal sense of power he felt, holding something so fragile in his hands, knowing he could end her life with a single squeeze. It was a
strangely exhilarating feeling. "Ah, to have such a delicacy in the palm of my hand..." he mused, his mind swirling with the myriad of possibilities. "She's so fragile, so utterly helpless. It would be so effortless to bring an end to her existence..."
Yet, he pushed the darker thoughts aside for the moment, keeping up his act of the gentleman. "Now then," he said with a pleasant tone, "shall we get you to your new room, my dear?"
As Alastor began the walk to Millie's new room, he hummed an upbeat, jazzy tune to himself, his tone cheerful. He held Millie delicately in his palm, ignoring the intrusive thoughts to squeeze her to see her reaction. With a forced smile, Alastor continued to hum the jazzy tune, his grip on Millie never faltering nor tightening.
Millie, meanwhile, sat trembling in Alastor's palm, too scared to move even the slightest bit. She was absolutely terrified of accidentally shifting too much and slipping from his grasp, plummeting to the ground below. Each step Alastor took felt like a perilous journey for Millie, her heart racing as she tried desperately to remain as still as possible.
Alastor, taking note of Millie's fearful trembling, decided to break the silence between them. He continued humming his cheerful tune as he spoke.
"My, oh my, you're trembling quite a bit, dearie," he remarked, his voice oozing with feigned concern. "Having difficulty staying still?" The radio filter in his voice added a static, crackling tone to his words. "I assure you that you are perfectly safe in my hands."
Alastor's smile widened as Millie turned her head to look up at him. Her frightened eyes met his, the sheer difference in size creating a sense of intimidation. He chuckled, the sound distorted by the radio static, and spoke again in his mockingly concerned tone.
"Ah, there we go. It's quite alright, my dear. Just relax, and I'll make sure you get to your new room unharmed." Millie's voice quivered as she spoke, her fear evident in the nervous shakiness. "O-okay," she said softly, almost a whisper.
Millie had never been a fan of high places. And now that her transformation left her vertically challenged, that fear had been magnified a thousand times over. Being tiny and utterly at the mercy of Alastor's height was more terrifying than she could've ever imagined, her anxiety through the roof.
She clutched onto Alastor's palm with tiny, trembling hands, her eyes squeezed shut in fear.
Alastor took notice of Millie's increased fear, evident in the way she clung to his palm with trembling hands. Seeing her distress, he decided to offer some reassuring words. "You know," he said casually, his voice filtered by the radio effect, "you have a beautiful view from up here. Such a grand sight from such a little perspective, don't you think?" His words were softened by the static, which gave them an eerily soothing quality.
Alastor's attempt at making Millie feel better was slightly ham-fisted, but there was a hint of sincerity in his words. With a wide smile, he spoke again. "Ah, yes. You're rather fortunate, really. You get to view the world from a perspective most people never get to experience." He knew that by keeping her calm and showing her a seemingly caring side, he might be able to create a sense of safety and understanding, strengthening the connection between them. His hope was to make her less defensive and more receptive to his later actions.
He observed with satisfaction as Millie's trembling slowly subsided. Her eyes, previously squeezed shut, began to open, the fear slowly ebbing away.
He smiled, satisfied with his little attempt at manipulation. "Ah, there you are," he said, his voice slightly softer, "much better, isn't it?"
Millie, having slowly calmed down as Alastor spoke, looked up at him. Her once fearful eyes now held a hint of curiosity, though the remnants of her earlier fear still lingered.
She took a shaky breath and spoke softly, her voice quivering slightly. "Y-yeah, I guess it is," she replied, her tiny hands still clinging to his palm. As Millie allowed herself to relax slightly, she began taking in the view around her. From her current position in Alastor's palm, she suddenly realized that he was right - she did have a unique and rather breathtaking perspective of the world.
The difference in size was jarring, transforming even the ordinary hallway into an expansive, vast new world. It was both incredibly vertigo-inducing and strangely fascinating all at once.
Alastor glanced down at Millie as she took in the view. As Alastor continued walking with Millie in his palm, he looked down at her as she took in the view. Seeing that she was less frightened, he decided to capitalize on the moment to initiate a conversation about the party.
"So Millie, how did you enjoy your welcome party? Charlie was all in a tizzy making sure that everything was perfect for your arrival. I hope it was to your liking." Alastor kept his tone light and casual.
"Oh, uh, it was nice. Charlie really made an effort," she said carefully. "Everything was great. Everyone was very welcoming and friendly."
Millie was so caught up in the conversation that she inadvertently revealed a bit of her history to Alastor. In a moment of honesty, she admitted that this was the first party she'd ever been to and certainly the first that anyone had thrown just for her.
Alastor, being the sharp one he is, caught this revelation and stored it away for later use. He kept his tone light as he replied. "Oh? Truly? You've never been to a party before?" Alastor feigned surprise. Despite the innocent act, his mind was already formulating plans, using the information he'd just learned as leverage. "And no one's ever thrown a party just for you before? That seems rather unfair, doesn't it?"
"Yeah... I guess it is," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. I never had any friends growing up and my mom always worked a lot, so..." Her
voice had a hint of pain beneath the words. She had turned away from Alastor, getting lost in her thoughts. Loneliness and isolation were her reality when she was alive. Always feeling out of place in any social situation and having a mother who was distant and aloof. The alienation and detachment that tainted their relationship made them more like strangers than family.
Alastor's ever present smile turned predatory. "No friends and a mother always working…" he tsked. "That must have been quite difficult. It's a shame you were deprived of so much." his voice full of false pity.
She thought her afterlife was doomed to be more of the same; alone, forgotten, and invisible. But then she met Charlie and the others at the hotel. They were nice to her and didn't expect anything in return. They didn't guilt her into doing things she didn't want to do or ignore her. They wanted to be her friends. The literal Princess of Hell wanted to be her friend. She honestly didn't know how to handle all of it. It was a lot to process, and she was overwhelmed but also strangely touched by their affection. Despite her surprise and discomfort with such genuine kindness, Millie couldn't deny the warmth that it brought her.
His grip around Millie tightened ever so slightly as he continued. "But here you are now. Perhaps things are looking up for you."
Millie turned again to look up at Alastor and gave him a soft smile. "Yeah...I guess you're right. Things are looking up for me"
Alastor watched as Millie's expression changed, a smile gracing her face.
"Ah, there's that smile," he commented, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction. "Much better than that frightened expression from earlier, don't you think?"
He chuckled, the radio filter creating a distorted sound. "It's good to see you relaxing a bit, my dear."
After a brief but eventful walk, Millie and Alastor finally reached her room, the door standing in front of them. Alastor, ever the gentleman, retrieved the key from his pocket, the old-fashioned metal key glistening in the low light.
"Here we are," he said with a smile, turning the key in the lock and pushing open the door. "Your new room."
The room, though simple, radiated a cozy atmosphere. The four-poster bed, neatly made with fresh sheets, sat as the centerpiece of the room. A nightstand and small dresser were placed against the wall near the bed, providing storage space. The single window, draped in soft curtains, filtered the dim, hellish light into the room.
Alastor, with Millie still in his palm, walked into the room, giving her a moment to take in her new surroundings.
"Well," Alastor said, breaking the silence, "What do you think?"
He waited for Millie's reaction, his grip on her still tight, as if he was holding onto a precious object. He watched her closely, his eyes studying her every movement. He felt strangely invested in her answer. He wanted her to like the room...curious.
Millie, still nestled in Alastor's palm, took a moment to look around at her new room. Though she noticed its simplicity, she also couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort. The room clearly had an inviting atmosphere, and she found herself strangely drawn to it.
She turned back to Alastor, looking up at him with thoughtful eyes. "It's... nice," she said quietly, her voice carrying a hint of surprise.
Alastor was surprised at how pleased he was with Millie's response to the room. Despite himself, he felt an odd sense of satisfaction at seeing her find comfort in the small space. He quickly pushed the feeling aside.Well, of course it is. Did you expect less from the Radio Demon?" responded with a slight scoff.
Millie couldn't help but let out a small, lighthearted giggle. The sound was unexpected and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed seeing her reaction.
"No, no," she replied, a small smile on her face. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Alastor."
Alastor puffed out his chest with pride, his ego inflated. In a casual gesture, he indicated towards the bags at the foot of the bed, bags that he had shadowed to her room earlier when he went to pick her up.
"Ah, your things," he stated simply. "I suppose you'll want to unpack your items."
Alastor looked down at Millie, her small frame still resting in the palm of his hand. Right, she was indeed still too tiny to do something like unpack her own belongings. The thought was almost comical, but he managed to keep a straight face.
Alastor mulled over the thought of using his shadow minions to assist and was about to offer, when Millie spoke up, ""I-I can handle it when I'm back to normal size," she said. "There's no need for you to bother yourself with it."
"Very well then," he said, his radio-filtered voice echoing slightly in the room. "Though, are you certain you won't need assistance?"
She nodded and asked him to place her on the bed. Alastor raised an eyebrow, but did as she asked. He walked to the bed and gently placed Millie on the bed. She sat down in a meditative position and closed her eyes. Alastor watched for a minute or two in confusion before he spoke. "What exactly are you doing, my dear?"
Millie opened one eye to look at the demon, "I'm m-meditating. I've learned that doing this helps me to c-calm myself enough to focus on turning back to normal size." She cringed about as her stutter came back but ignored it and closed her eye. It was nerve racking having him watch her like this. After another minute or so, she cracked one of her eyes open again, "U-um, Alastor? I'll be fine now. Y-you don't have to stay. You probably have more important things to do.?"
Alastor's smile never wavered as he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of teasing. "Ah, so you're trying to subtly hint that you want me to politely excuse myself, is that it love?"
The use of the pet name "love" caught Millie off guard and caused her cheeks to blush slightly. He usually called her by her name or 'dear', which he seemed to use with others too. She quickly recovered, though, and replied in her timid voice. "Ah, umm... N-no, that's not it," she said, avoiding looking directly at him. "I just... need some time. To... concentrate, y'know?"
Alastor manifested his microphone and leaned on it, making himself comfortable as if preparing to settle in. His decision to stay was under the guise of ensuring Millie's safety, but there was a touch of curiosity in his demeanor. He did tell Charlie that he'd take excellent care of their dear little mouse.
"I must say, your process of focusing and meditation is quite intriguing," he commented, his eyes never leaving Millie. "It's only right that I observe and make sure you're doing it properly, isn't it?"
Millie sighed and resigned herself to his presence and resumed her meditation. He watched with interest, his eyes studying her every movement, as she focused on her concentration. Minutes ticked by and...Nothing was happening.
"Alastor, seemingly unimpressed with the lack of results, broke the silence. "My, my, my dear," he drawled, his voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm, "you've been at this meditation for quite a while, and I haven't seen any changes. Are you certain you're doing this properly?"
Millie grit her teeth, her irritation was clear as day on her face. He chuckled at her reaction, "Oh, dear, getting a bit huffy, are we? Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned how terribly ineffective your meditation seems to be."
"Well, it normally wouldn't take this long, but somebody is playing some very distracting music." Millie huffed.
He feigned surprise, tilting his head slightly. "Ah, my apologies, my dear," he said, the radio static adding a touch of sarcasm to his words. "Here I was, thinking a little music would help you focus. It seems I was mistaken."
With a flick of his wrist, he changed the music to a more relaxing jazzy tune.
Millie rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath as Alastor changed the music to a softer tune.
Alastor's sharp ears caught her muttered complaint, and he let out a low chuckle, his smile still in place.
"My, my," he said, the radio static making his voice almost sing-song, "Such an ungrateful tone, dear. Isn't jazz supposed to be soothing? Why, if anything, it should be helping you to relax and focus even more."
Millie chose to ignore Alastor's goading and tried once again to concentrate. Despite her frustration, the soft jazz music was indeed helping her to relax, and she could feel her racing thoughts slowly fading.
Alastor, noticing the subtle change in Millie's demeanor, chuckled as she ignored him and focused on her meditation.
"Ah, see? Even you can't deny that jazz has helped to relax you," he said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "I knew the right music would do the trick."
A moment later, a soft poof sound, and suddenly, where tiny Millie had previously been sitting in her tiny form, there was now a normal-sized Millie.
His eyebrows raised in a mixture of surprise and intrigue. "Look who's back to their proper size. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, love."
Millie, disregarding Alastor's pet name, turned to him with genuine gratitude. "Thank you for the soft jazz music," she said, her voice still a bit shaky. "It really helped me to focus and transform back."
Alastor chuckled lightly, clearly pleased with himself. "Ah, you're welcome, my dear," he replied, his usual smile still in place. "I'm a firm believer in the power of good music. It can do wonders, don't you think?"
Millie, reddening slightly at Alastor's teasing remark, tried to play it cool. "Um...Y-yeah, I guess you could say that," she stuttered. "Your music is quite effective for unwinding after a long day." But as soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately tried to backtrack.
"Ah, uh, I mean..." she fumbled, her cheeks reddening even more in embarrassment.
"Ah, so my little broadcast serves as a relief, does it?" he mused, his tone playful. "That's quite a compliment, my dear."
Millie, realizing that she couldn't really backtrack anymore, decided to just be straightforward. "Actually," she admitted, "I have a radio in my room, and I usually listen to your broadcast music to help me unwind and fall asleep at night."
Alastor's ears seemed to perk up at Millie's words, a hint of surprise in his expression. "Is that so? You listen to my broadcast music every night, hm?" he inquired. Fascinating," he mused, a hint of satisfaction in his tone.
"You know," he continued, a sly gleam in his eye, "If I had known my music was responsible for your peaceful sleep each night, I might have included a special segment just for you."
Millie felt like she was going to pass out. She had shared so much with Alastor within the last hour or however long it took to get to her room. She nodded in affirmation, and explained, "Yeah, I had actually thought about bringing my radio with me, but then I figured it might have been a bit silly."
"Silly? Oh, nonsense," Alastor replied, chuckling softly. "If listening to my broadcast music helps you unwind, then it's far from silly, love."
Alastor, with a wave of his microphone, summoned a small, 1920s-style radio that materialized on the bedside table. The radio glowed softly in the dim light.
"Here you go, my dear," he said, his smile widening as he gestured towards the radio. "No need to go without your nightly lullaby."
Millie's eyes widened in surprise and excitement as she caught sight of the vintage radio sitting on the bedside table. "Oh wow," she breathed, her voice filled with shock and gratitude. "I-I can't believe you did that."
Alastor's smile grew as he soaked in her reaction. "Well, I am quite fond of indulging in my guests' requests," he drawled. "Especially when it comes to something as simple as granting a little radio for your nightly listening pleasure."
She looked at him, her eyes full of gratitude and thanked him again.
Alastor, witnessing the sheer joy and gratitude on Millie's face, felt a slight pang of... something. Something unfamiliar, but not entirely unpleasant. He shrugged it off, plastering his usual smile back on his face. "You're quite welcome, my dear," he replied, his tone lighter than usual.
With a polite nod, Alastor bid Millie good night. "Sleep well, my dear," he said, his voice a mix of warmth and formality. With a subtle wave of his hand, the shadows around him seemed to come to life, enveloping him in their inky darkness. In a swift, almost imperceptible moment, he vanished, leaving her alone in the room.
The room was now enveloped in a sudden silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the newly appeared radio. Millie sat there, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. She caressed the antique looking device, feeling warm in her hands, and stared at it for a moment, her thoughts and emotions a whirlwind of confusion and happiness.
There was something undeniably special about the fact that Alastor had given it to her. Despite the oddness of the situation, she couldn't help but feel a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest.
Getting up, Millie rummaged through one of her bags and pulled a comfy t-shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in and her toiletries. She headed to the attached bathroom and got ready for bed.
Teeth brushed, face washed, and pajamas on, Millie exited the bathroom and made her way to the large bed. She slipped under the comforter and stared at the radio on the night stand. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating if she should turn it on or not. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to get any rest without the soft jazz playing to lull her to sleep. Especially since she was in a new and unfamiliar place.
Mind made up, Millie reached out and turned one of the knobs and watched as the radio came to life. She relaxed as the familiar notes flowed from the speakers, bringing her comfort. Snuggling into the mattress and closing her eyes, Millie drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her face.
Alastor, now standing in the center of his broadcasting room, allowed the shadows to disperse, the darkness receding to the corners of the room. Despite the familiar, cozy surroundings of his studio, the Radio Demon's agitation was palpable. A frustrated huff escaped him as he glanced around, noting the clock on the wall. It was nearly time for his nightly broadcast.
Alastor paced across the room as he mulled over the night's events, couldn't help but acknowledge how the idea to gift Millie the radio had gone splendidly. It hadn't been planned, but when she had mentioned missing her own radio, it seemed like the perfect chance. And indeed, she had loved the gift, and her demeanor towards him appeared to have softened somewhat.
He silently appreciated the successful outcome, but couldn't shake off the baffling unease within him. His thoughts kept returning to Millie's soft smile, the genuine gratitude in her eyes, and how it had affected him in a way that he just couldn't understand or accept. Frustration and confusion warred within him, his usually impeccable composure faltering ever so slightly.
Alastor glanced at the clock once more and pushed his chaotic thoughts aside. He'd deal with them later, but now he needed to focus. Making his way over to the broadcasting panel, he sat in his chair and began setting things up to begin his show. He had initially intended to begin with the anguished screams of some defiant souls that dared to challenge him, but an impulsive decision led him to
change the plan. Instead, he would wait, just long enough for a certain little mouse to drift off to sleep, enveloped in the lulling music of his broadcast.
Flipping a switch, the 'On Air' sign flickered to life, signaling his presence on the airwaves. Alastor spoke into the microphone, his voice taking on its usual charismatic tone.
"Salutations sinners! It's your host Alastor, The Radio Demon here to entertain you with another riveting show!"