I would like to thank everyone who read the first chapter I tried to pump this on out to let so everyone would know this sort just a one and done I hate when that happens. I have a good plan for this one I know the direction it's going and I hope you all enjoy.

I tried to add in more world building with this how the whole secondary classes worked ill try to keep building on this as ae go.

I like to give Alastors shadow more character mayeb i should name it so its easier to write lol if anyone has any suggestions I'm open for it.

Please read and enjoy.

Chapter 2

The kitchen located in the heart of the hotel was done in warm colors, splashes of yellows and darker browns allowed the black marble countertops to pop nicely. When asked why this palate had been chosen the hotel owner would smile happily and state "Sunflowers". She had named the room the Sunflower kitchen only to be used by staff, even going so far as to paint a sunflower on the door leading into the kitchen. It was supposed to be the first big change for the kitchen with more state of the art appliances. Charlie had been so excited the catalog opened on the table placed within the breakfast nook with its large windows offering a view of the barren garden outside.

When this news had been brought to Alastors attention he simply stated that should the old appliances be upgraded to that distasteful chrome coated eye sore you would not have him cooking in the hotel again. Not the greatest threat he has ever made but it seemed to shut down any further attempts beyond changing the floor, walls , and countertops the radio demon had a lot of unpleasant qualities about him but one thing that could not be denied was he was one hell of a cook and missing out on that chance to savor one of his famous cajun delights was not an idle option. He even made it vegetarian for his co-workers using venison instead of Vinson.

Venison or Vinson a side the crimson colored male moved through the kitchen with ease of one who had done so to often to count, he was a bit of a routinist and didn't like when said routine was interrupted not to think too much into it but it could be rooted in his need for control. Control of himself and any environment he found himself in. A subconscious middle finger to his secondary class.

Everystaff member had their own cabinet that contained things that were not to be shared with others unless given permission, no locks where present another test of trust between residents. Communal items to be used by everyone were kept in the walk in pantry. The only thing that set the identical cabinets part was the white pieces of paper taped to the furthest left door, ALASTOR'S DO NOT TOUCH was written in big bold pink glitter marker in Angel's unmistakable spidery handwriting. The first few times that the note had appeared the radio lover ripped it off and set it ablaze, snapping his fingers fixing the damage to the paint, then it reappeared again and again and finally he simply left it in place. The only reason it was even there to begin with is that Angel had helped himself to some of Alastors coffee in a either drug induced/alcohol induced haze, spilled the coffee on the ground and himself then proceed to track it throughout the entire hotel before passing on in the parlor rolling around on one of the couches to the point that to this day the thing still smelled of coffee and you would find yourself brushing off stray brown specks from your clothes. Even Niffty with all her talents could not clean it all.

The spider must have kept it there to avoid another incident, it wasn't like anything inside was of much importance, a couple of spices, a new tin of coffee was about it. Nothing that was of any value he kept those things safely out of reach inside his room. He barely even threatened the spider after it happened but he supposed even his standard of light reprimand was enough to scare the porn star to stay away from anything of his. The small amount of control he had over the other made a zing run down his spine stopping at his tail causing it to wag not enough to draw attention but enough for his happiness with the situation to be known.

Speaking of coffee that was exactly what Alastor needed at the moment, opening the cabinet pushing aside the urge to rip the paper off, he reached in grabbing the silver tin that housed the second best thing to blood fresh from a kill in his humble opinion. Unscrewing that lid he brought the container to his nose taking a slow inhale. The rich aroma flooded his senses acting as a balm to his overly sensitive nose, it twitched in a very deer like manor. The coffee was a dark roast you could only get in Cannibal town hand ground in small batches by a sinner named Jules Rocker who in his living days made quite the name for himself as a bean farmer and his taste for sartorius bacon. Which Alastor happened to purchase some along with another bag of coffee, the deer wished he knew the secrets of herbs and spices rubbed into the strips. In his spare time he had tried to copy it without success.

Setting the tin down on the counter the sinner turned and opened the refrigerator next he glanced inside where another note was placed on the bottom left drawer Alastors nasty shit DO NOT EAT! he reached in, grabbing the package wrapped in white butcher paper. Closing the fridge he carried both items with him across the kitchen passing off the tin to his shadow it knew how he liked his coffee made and he could leave the task to it for the time being.

Next was the bacon making it to the stove he pulled the cast iron skillet from the back burner checking to make sure no one had messed with it and it was still seasoned just right. When it passed his test he flicked on the burner bluish flames sparking to life,he placed the skillet on it and waited for the temperature to rise. While he waited he clicked his head to the right two times, settling on a slower jazz song with just the right amount of saxophone to it, keeping the volume low so as to not draw anyone into the kitchen if any happened to be awake. A tendril sprouted from his back and into the pantry grabbing a loaf of bread for toast, with all tasks started he felt his mind wonder to other things the routine of his morning so engraved into him that if he still owned his own soul it would be etched into it as well.

Charlie had been more manic lately pushing the residents of the hotel harder, forcing them to spend more and more time together. It wasn't a surprise . The extermination date had moved up and they had yet to have any kind of success. Now it was only a matter of time before the girl suffered some type of mental breakdown. The entertainment value of that would be priceless but he still needed the princess if he was going to use her in some type of way to break his deal, he just hasn't figured out how yet.

A hiss of static slipped out of him causing the music he was playing to begin to skip and become distorted switching from station to station erratically stopping every so often on screams of his past victims. The collar around his neck materialized; it felt 10X heavier, 10X tighter, feeling like it was choking him, crushing his trachea; he felt as if his vocal cords were being pulled together, sealing off his airway. He tried to suck in greedy gulps of air mirroring a fish out of water, body screaming for oxygen, reaching up his right hand he was able to slip 4 fingers under the collar pulling downward with every ounce of strength he had. It moved only an inch but that was enough for air to come rushing back into his starved lungs, he sucked in; his chest expanding unnaturally, his demonic features showing stitches on his mouth and forehead antlers elongating. He threw his upper body forward hand not occupied with stopping his suffercation slamming down on the counter top knees buckling only barely able to keep himself from collapsing altogether.

He squeezed his eyes shut the stitches that forced his ever present smile pulled tighter and tighter until sluggish rivers of blood ran down his cheeks dripping onto the once white floor below. He forced his mind to calm to push away all thoughts of breaking free any plans he might be having, blocking them out and buried them deep down to a place where not even his deal holder would find them. He had been careless brought into a false sense of safety by the routine of his day, he had allowed his thoughts to be openly broadcasted loud enough that it had caused the deal to flare in warning of what was to come if he continued with such line of thinking.

His shadow which had been happily making coffee abandoned its task spring into action, body materializing and spreading forming a black cocoon around its master, green voodoo symbols floated in the air around it, a warning to any who may come too close. Even with no one around to witness this moment that did not mean someone was incapable of walking in, or as they both knew the walls often contained eyes and ears. It would do no one any good if someone found out worse being if that someone was Vox, if the obsessed sinner was to gain personal knowledge of the believed the other to be an idiot but the shadow knew better even without the full details of the deal the tv man had the power and resources to test the boundaries of it until he found something that could be used to hurt its master.

Soft chitters filled the air barely able to be heard over the deafening static, the blue light from the shadow the only source within the darkness of the safe place it had created. Black hands reached out cold to the touch. It rested on his master's heated face moving to push the deer's head back, bangs swept away from his sweat soaked forehead. The expression that greeted it was pained and panicked demonic features having returned to normal blood drying on far to pale cheeks, shadows other hand came up rubbing its master neck claws scraping the undercut at the back of his head. The shadow tried to project images of the bayou of Alastors mama anything to start to calm the deer down, it slowly lowered them to the ground cradling the shaking man to itself staring with empty eyes into the black void, when long thin arms circled it's form hiding themselves deep in the cold darkness that was it's body the shadow swore to itself they would pay no punishment was too great for what was done to the red head no price was to high for the freedom its master deserved he had suffered enough…

"Good Morning Alastor" Charlie's cheerful voice called as she entered the kitchen.

The moment between master and shadow had passed some time ago, Alastor had needed to return to his room after. A hidden shame weld inside of him at having to listen to those records to help him recenter himself enough to face the day still ahead.

"What a fine morning it is, my dear!" he replied.

Smile stretched wide static humming around him as he took a sip of his coffee from the red oh deer mug, after he had calmed down he needed to do something to keep his hands and mind busy. The end result was breakfast for everyone, a large southern spread covered the table. You can't have one without the others it would seem as Angel followed in soon after flopping down in the chair across from Alastors with a long sigh. He had a long night shoot 4-5 more scenes then he normally would have to that on top of the countless unnecessary reshoots had made the porn star ache in places he hadn't felt since he first started. The bruises hidden under his fur throbbed with each breath and movement he made a reminder of just how pissed Val had been, he couldn't stay mad at Charlie she was just trying to help. But at the same time he wishes she would open her eyes and see not everyone stood on the same set she did.

He was tired and starving, just wanted something to eat before he curled up with fat nugget and slept the rest of the day away. It was then he noticed the spread before him, energy surging back though his body's second wind in full force.

"OH fuck yes" the spider cheered.

"Please help yourselves" Alastors voice distorted "I insist" ignoring the smiling creepy Angel began to fill his plate, biscuit grits and a splash of sausage gravy poured on top he excitedly reached for the bacon freezing when he watched the red heads head tilted to the side smile stretching further causing his eyes to squint.

"I Ain't falling for that shit again smiles" he retracted his arm leaving the bacon untouched.

Snapping his neck back upright and leaning back in his chair Alastor lifted perfectly chewy pieces of sartorius bacon to his mouth.

"Pity" he hummed.

"Everything looks so delicious Alastor and we all appreciate it" Charlie pyramided the tips of her finger together smiling awkwardly at the deer.

"Just we've talked about not including your more…ummm…refined tastes to the communal table" as always the princess did her best to keep everything under console.

Speaking of said princess she herself was a Mother dom not to be confused with the unpleasant Mama doms it was very fitting for her. She was kind, caring, wouldn't hurt a fly unless provoked well past the point of what should be considered sane. She tried to bring out the best in people to help them rise to what potential that she herself could only see. Yes very fitting indeed, Her girlfriend Vaggie who was glaring at Alastor as she took a seat next to Charlie was a support sub. They thrived on being well supportive, helping to push their dom to the next level being a shoulder to cry on or a shield to protect it was one of the more flexible roles able to take lead if need be but happy to stand aside and let their dom shine. They dropped when they felt they had failed to provide that support their dom needed, the whole commercial business being an example causing Vaggie to strike a deal to make it work. Alastor supposed Mother Dom was the least of evil's instinct prevented them from giving any type of punishment that couldn't be compared to a slap on the hand or a timeout in the corner. As well wouldn't allow them to truly mistreat their sub in any way else they find themselves in drop.

Crimson eyes looked over to Angel happily stuffing his face, he was an attention sub got his fix from giving or getting attention in any form, they suffered from neglect and a feeling of not being good enough to measure up to some unseen standard they themselves set. It was easy to see how Val was able to get his claws into the spider. The constant sub drops turned the porn star to drugs to cope. The only example needed was that's how Angel died.

"So messy" Niffys voice sang, rushing around the kitchen in excitement. Alastor, though against his upbringing had left the dishes for the maid, what could he say he had a soft spot for his fellow redhead. Niffy was a servant sub she thrived on acts of service being able to clean the hotel brought her great joy giving her the instinctual fix she needed. The down side was when things got messed up beyond her capacity to clean. The cursed wall that gets destroyed once a week was a fine example. She was quick to drop worse so if she had just cleaned the windows.

Every type is unique, taking the core of their class and making it into something of their own, the ones above are simply how the residents themselves have altered the secondary. But no two attention or servant subs are the same. That's to keep in mind so you can't have one toss it aside and pick up another and think you're in for the same thing just a new model. Mimzy is an attention sub if that helps. It has been mentioned before that compatibility plays a big part in safeguarding the secondaries from each other, that is not to say that work arounds aren't known and exploited from time to time. But the end result is often not worth it.

That and the trigger. The lack of being triggered has been Alastors saving grace, if your never triggered then your instincts are more like a buzzing in the back of your mind feed it scraps like Alastor did and it can be kept down. Only a 100% compatibility could trigger a person work arounds aside. The bottom line was once you got triggered you were fucked, that part of you could no longer be just pushed asided its needs had to be meet else you suffer secondary madness. Some people go their whole lives without being triggered and Alastor did and plans to continue doing so.

A compatibility chart looks kinda like this.

Mother Dom

Compatible Incompatible

-Support sub -Brat sub

-Little Sub -Pain sub

-Servant sub -Bossy Sub

-Attention sub -Slave sub

-Pet Sub

The list goes on but we will keep it simple maybe that was why everyone was so drawn to Charlie she was technically compatible with everyone…well almost everyone. Every class had a perfect match where 100% compatibility was easier to make. Servants to lords, attention to quiet, and slave to master. A shiver ran down the radio demons back at the thought tail tucking between his legs. Masters are rare, very rare as rare as slaves. Most slaves ended up with Sadistic doms put under enough stress and strain to force a trigger… just like mama..

"Alastor are you okay?" snapping his eyes back into focus said male didn't realize his ears had folded back tucked tight to his head and grin pulled in as much of a grimace as it could. Cracks appeared in the coffee cup with how hard he had been gripping it. Ears flicking upright once more he smiled brightly at the princess loud hum of his static falling to background noise once more.

"Why of courseeee" he set the cup down hand going to his chest.

"Just thinking of all the poor souls who have yet to bring their own flavor of entertainment to our establishment" he cracked his next at a 65 degree angle.

"Such a shame don't you think?" Chalire laughed her signature awkward laugh.

"If..if you say so"

"Well chums much to do ta!" he stood summoning his staff giving it a twirl before sinking into shadow and out of the room.

"oh bacon"

"Pentious No!" the table shouted.

"Hey Charlie, remember the thing we talked about yesterday… you know about asking for help from your..dad" Veggie whispered once everyone was distracted with breakfest.

"Yeahh…"

That finishes our second chapter wow over 3000 words I have never written such long chapter before.

Please let me know what everyone thinks sorry no BIg boss yet but he's coming I promise.

I did my best trying to write Alastor interacting with everyone him alone is easy him with people not so much I wonder why that is.

The sub and dom names are a little silly some might think. But I didn't want to make it to complicated keep it simple stupid lol.

Thank you for reading once again don't forget to leave a review with suggestion or tips or even just letting me how you like it. Until next time.