"I never thought I'd see the day!" Rosie exclaimed, making her hands shake and spill some of her tea. Alastor was sitting across from her, gripping his cup tightly trying not to crack the fine china.

"That makes two of us. I need to figure out what is happening with me." Rosie let out a giggle, trying to suppress it. The venom coming from Alastor's glare showed that she failed.

"I'm sorry Alastor, but I know what's wrong with you." Alastor placed his teacup down with more force than necessary. As much as he admired the Overlord of the Cannibal District, she didn't quite understand the predicament he has been put in.

"I'm going to ask you to not say it out loud. No one else needs to know about my... infliction." Alastor made it a point to keep his voice low. You never know who was around the corner listening.

"Alastor, love is not a-"

"Politely I asked, Rosie! Please don't make me ask again." Alastor felt his antlers grow slightly. He didn't mean it in a threatening way to his longest friend, but it happened from pure fear. How could this happen? He had never given a thought to feelings of the heart, much less feelings towards Charlie. It was absolutely ridiculous and he knew that this wasn't a random happening. He needed to figure out how this could've came to be and he had no one else to go to but Rosie herself.

He didn't take into account that she might actually be happy about this.

"Alright alright don't get your antlers in a knot!" Rosie got up and motioned for Alastor to follow her into her backroom. When they both got to the back, Rosie walked over to her bookshelf that granted, wasn't as impressive as Alastor's collection, but most likely had more helpful books than he had. Rosie plucked out a book after running her finger over each spine. She cracked it open and enough dust flew out that he made Rosie cough.

"I think this has something about what you're going through." Rosie said while clearing her throat of the book dust. Alastor approached her suddenly.

"And hopefully a cure as well." Alastor grumbled as Rosie flipped through the pages. There had to be a cure. If there wasn't, then how would he be able to function around Charlie? He would simply have to cut his losses and take his leave of the hotel.

But then the thought of leaving Charlie almost made him nauseous.

"Here's something about love spells!" Rosie began to read from the book. "If you find yourself at the receiving end of a love spell, symptoms will list as followed: Physical attraction to the recipient." Rose paused and glanced up at Alastor for confirmation. He stiffly nodded his head.

"The strong need to be around them at all times." Rosie again looked to Alastor for an answer.

"Well...I wouldn't say strong. But it's certainly...unpleasant." He managed to spit out his feelings and for the first time in his afterlife, he truly felt like he was in hell.

"Ok..oh! An obsession with the recipient that is so strong that it will borderline drive you mad." Rosie cut her eyes once more to Alastor. He felt somewhat relief when he realized that he in fact did not have that symptom. Sure, not being around Charlie was certainly worse than being with her, but he didn't feel overcome with what one might call an obsession.

"Fortunately, the last one isn't a match, my dear." Rosie closed the book with a loud thud, a worried look plastered on her face.

"Not fortunately, Alastor. If you aren't feeling infatuated with the princess then that means that it's not a spell. I don't know for sure if this is a natural and pure thing, but I can at least guarantee that this isn't being caused by an incantation." Alastor felt his grin tweak into something odd. He was still grinning but his upper lip had raised where you could see his black gums.

"There's no possibility that you're wrong?" Alastor questioned. Surely this isn't natural. It can't be! He has always been incapable of any kind of attraction to another being. His idea of anything intimate always disgusted him, wondering how anyone could enjoy something so vulgar. Now all he can imagine is him and Charlie, alone together as she-

"You must be wrong, Rosie." Alastor was practically begging at this point. Rosie looked at him with such sympathy, it made his chest ache.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Alastor." She put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. His entire body suddenly felt like static and the room began to spin.

"I...I believe I need to take a seat." Alastor brought a clawed hand to his head, making sure it was still attached to his shoulders. Rosie gently guided him to the couch. It was the same couch that her and Charlie had sat when she gave her advice about her angelic girlfriend. Oh how the irony was too rich, Rosie mentally noted.

"Alastor, maybe you need to take some time away from the hotel. From her. It might do you some good! I could even come with you and we could go to your favorite butcher and-"

"I can't be away from her." Alastor said through gritted teeth. He would give anything to be able to escape this but he knew he couldn't. Being away from her would just drive him more mad and that would just make things worse.

"What are you gonna do then?" Rosie asked after a pregnant pause.

"I'm...going to learn how to handle this. Without anyone knowing about it. If word gets out that the Radio demon has...a connection to someone..."

"It'll be a weakness to exploit." Rosie finished it for him. Alastor cut a glance toward her.

"Precisely. This cannot get out. Even if these feelings never go away, I must deal with them on my own. How hard could it be to ignore this?" Rosie's black eyes got wider, not wanting to tell him how wrong he truly was.

"Just be careful, Alastor. If you ever need any help, you know I'm here." She patted his back gently to which he sighed in relief. It was good to know that he wasn't completely alone in his corner.

"I appreciate that, Rosie."

Alastor walked through the hotel doors and casually took a glance around to see if he could see Charlie. When he saw that she wasn't anywhere in sight, it gave him equal relief as worry. He saw Husk polishing glasses at the bar and Nifty stabbing cockroaches with a sewing needle under the couch. He decided that one drink wouldn't do any harm.

"Husker, my good man!" Alastor exclaimed as he took a seat in a barstool. Husk let out a growl.

"Where the fuck have you been?" He turned his back to the Overlord as he placed the glasses in their respective spot.

"It is of no concern to you. I just request that I might have a cape cod!" Alastor rested his head in his hands playfully. Husk craned his neck toward him.

"You want a drink? I've never seen you drink." Husk asked, suspicion laced in his voice.

"Well I figured I would finally try out one of your special cocktails that everyone raves about!" Alastor spread his hands out theatrically. Husk let out a 'hm' as he brought out the Vodka and the cranberry juice.

"Alastor! Look at what I found!" Nifty ran up to his feet and was happily displaying a sewing needle with 3 cockroaches skewered through it. Alastor cocked his head while squinting his crimson eyes.

"I take it you found a new family of pests?" Nifty climbed on the bar, her pupils dilated alarmingly small.

"I sure did! I'm going to use them as new wall décor for the hotel as a warning to the other bugs!" She let out a manic giggle as Alastor just stared in awe of her. He never could quite understand how the little girls mind worked, but she never failed to give him some entertainment so he didn't question it.

"I'm sure it'll look exquisite, Nifty darling." Alastor heard the sound of a glass being roughly placed in front of him and saw that Husk finished his cocktail. Beautiful ruby red, condensation already forming on the outside of the glass. He took a couple of good gulps before he placed it back down to the bar.

"Delicious, as predicted!" Husk mumbled a 'whatever' as he continued his polishing. Nifty had ran back to the couch to collect more 'decorations' so Alastor was essentially alone again. He gently twisted his glass, letting the ice cubes dance. His ear perked suddenly by a sound coming from upstairs. He could only faintly hear it, but it caught his attention regardless. Husk didn't seem to hear it or if he did he was promptly ignoring it.

"Excuse me." Alastor said as he got up and walked over to the elevator, leaving behind his now empty glass. He let the elevator take him to the top where the sound seemed to be coming from. He quickly realized that what he was hearing was a piano. His eyes became more wide as he walked down the hallway. He didn't know of a single demon who could play piano like he could.

God damn they were good too.

He approached a door where he could now hear the song clear as day and felt his throat go dry when he realized that it was coming from none other than Charlie Morningstar's bedroom. He could absolutely just shadow his way in there, but something stopped him. Was this Charlie playing? With Vaggie gone, no one else occupied the room with her anymore. He gently pressed an ear to the door to see if he could hear anything else. When he realized that he really could only hear the piano keys, he decided to take the risk and sneak in. He dissolved into the wall and reappeared in a dark corner of the room, unnoticed. He watched as Charlie sat at her sleek black piano, her eyes closed, completely lost in the music as she expertly played.

Alastor was stunned with the talent that was flowing out of Charlie's fingertips. How had he never learned of this? What other things did he not know about the demon belle? He watched as she let her fingers practically dance on the keys, the music pouring from the piano and filling the entire room. Alastor was sure that her music would be admired by all, yet here she was playing in secret.

"Alastor?!" Charlie exclaimed, her fingers hitting the wrong keys in surprise. Alastor zoned out so hard that he didn't realize that he let his shadow disguise slip away, where now he was fully visible.

Well this will be hard to explain.