Summary

Alastor is the king of hell's slave, and it isn't easy. The poor deer man was deduced to nothing but a living radio Arial. Charlie is a feather-brain who is always getting distracted, and is also the king of hell's daughter. What will happen when she meets Alastor, how will she react?

Disclaimers

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Chapter 1

A slave. That's all Alastor was. Nothing more, nothing less. He had been a slave all his (after)life, it was all he had ever known since he died, which had been, well, decades. He was the most valued slave in hell, manly because of his 'abilities'.

You see, Alastor was practically a living radio. If he concertrated, he could make music play, and tune into every music station in the world (some even in different languages), if he tried.

At first he had been happy about his powers, but when he was taken as a slave, he knew there was no way he could ever be free again.

While he had been a slave to Lucifer, the king of hell, there had of corse, been rules.

There was to be no talking.

Only answer questions or talk if given permission.

If Lucifer was away, do not move from the spot he was when his master left the palace.

Obey orders.

Don't dawdle.

No crying

There was a special table that he practically lived under. He slept under there, ate under there (whatever scraps and leftovers he was given), and played Lucifer's music under there.

But, his voice could not be heard over the radio when he did it, so at night when Lucifer's night playlist played, he would cry. He would cry his heart out (if he even had one).

One time his Master has caught him crying, and the punishment was horrible.

In this order, he was starved, beaten, forced to stay in the dark for two weeks, and then beaten again. That had taught him not to cry again.

Charlie was the Princess of Hell, and daughter of Lucifer, the most ruthless and unfair demon in Hell.

Charlie had very good intentions, but it was always shot down by her parents. She once had an idea to open an orphanage, but that idea was refused immediately.

She felt kinda, well, really upset that she couldn't do anything to help her people, or anything against the mass genocides every year from the angels due to over population. Her life was pretty simple, but she had a project she had done behind her parent's backs.

A hotel to rehabilitate demons, known as the Happy Hotel. Her girlfriend, Vaggie, had passionately helped with the hotel, but she was afraid she would be discovered soon.

Despite Angel Dust, their first patron, had made a fool of the hotel on public news, she doubted her father would bother to watch it.

She had always been sceptical of her father. He was so secretive all the time lately, always sneaking off to his room, saying he had 'business to attend to'.

Now that her parents were out on business, Charlie could investigate what was going on in there.

Don't move, Don't move...

Alastor repeated that line through his head. He had been under the table when his master had left the room, so he was alone under there for the next two weeks.

He could handle it, he had been starved for two weeks before.

Then he did something he never thought he would. It had been quiet, to quiet, so he slowly turned the radio dial that was inside him. He felt something, his favourite station. He had flicked through it a couple of times, to get to his master's night playlist.

When he stopped, a nice song was playing.

Shine bright, tonight, you and I.

We're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky.

Eye to eye, so alive.

We're beautiful, like diamonds in the sky.

He had heard this one before, so he just lay there under the table listening to it in what little peace he had right now.

Meanwhile, Charlie has Vaggie in her room, and they are plotting how to get into Lucifer's room.

Charlie was kind of over doing it. She had a microscope, and a Sherlock hat, while Vaggie was just wearing her normal stuff.

"Now" Charlie began. "I'm going to have to get you to turn off the camera's in father's room" she says turning to face Vaggie. Vaggie rolled her eyes.

"You really need to drop the Sherlock act, Charlie. As for cameras, I can handle it" she walked out before Charlie could say anything else. Charlie sighed, taking the hat off. "I like the hat" she complained, but Vaggie has already disappeared down the hall.

Charlie went to the door of her father's room to wait for Vaggie to give the signal that she could go in.

After a few minutes, she saw the signal that Vaggie gave, and Charlie went in the room.

The room was darker then she thought. There were paintings of apples on the walls, to no suprise. What did suprise Charlie was the sound of music, and coming from under the table seemed a little peculiar.

As Charlie got closer to the table, the music stopped, much to her dismay, and all that was left was the silent fuzz of an untuned radio.

Charlie hesitated, but eventually she gripped the apple patterned cloth covering the table, and it fell to the floor beside her.

She stared under the table.

And the thing that stared back at her were two wide, fightened red eyes.

AN sorry if there were spelling mistakes or anything like that! I promise that next chapter they will actually talk to each other! But for now... cliffhanger!