Day Two: To Love A Dumbass

Chapter Summary: Alastor remembers his first impression of Husk.

Alastor thought Husk was another idiotic demon the moment he met him. The dumbass has the nerve to challenge him:the Radio Demon. Granted, Alastor had been the one to rile the cat demon in the first place.

The overlord walked into a pub close to where he resided in Hell. He immediately sat at the bar, hoping to avoid social contact. He turned his head to the bartender staring at him. Alastor's smile tightened.

A bartender raised an eyebrow, "You gonna order something?"

That question that made Alastor feel stupid. And the Radio Demon never felt stupid.

"A whiskey would suffice."

"No problem."

Alastor seemed taken aback at the cat demon's politeness. More or less. The bartender was a snarky bastard. He wasn't cowering down; he wasn't rushing to serve the overlord's every order; he treated him like a normal customer looking for a good drink. Alastor thought he was either brave or stupid. Nonetheless, it was endearing. As for the bartender's feelings, he was scared as shit. The infamous Radio Demon who threatened to take Lucifer's terf and become ruler of Hell was asking for a whiskey.

Alastor finally got his drink and began to ask questions, "My dear, this whiskey is quite nice; pray tell, what is your name?"

The bartender spoke as he scrubbed a glass, "People me Husk."

Alastor laughed internally as Husk intensely stared at the glass he cleaned.

"Tell me Husker: how did you get in this business?"

Husk turned his glare at the deer demon, "Why you asking? Think it's stupid or some shit?"

"No, no, not at all! Just a question, my friend!"

Husk gave a short, low hum before speaking, "I lived in a casino when I was alive. As soon as I learned that I was in Hell, I tried to find a decent job. Can't be too sure in this afterlife."

"You slay me my dear!" Alastor's smile softened, and he chuckled.

The corners of Husk's mouth turned up. The two continued to talk until a hand was on the deer demon's shoulder. Alastor's eyes widened and his grin tightened. A low, but noticeable radio frequency emitted from the Radio Demon. He turned his head to face the hand's owner: A toothy demon dressed in a biker's jacket.

"That's my seat." The demon spat.

"Apologies, my good sir, I wasn't aware that you were a regular."

"And I wasn't aware they let bitches like you in here." The demon's grip tightened, "So why dontcha hit the fucking road before things get ugly."

Alastor stood and brushed the demon's hand away in disgust, "You really are anidiot!"

The radio frequency began to increase in pitch, and Alastor form began to change into a shape that caused those in the bar to back away. Alastor stepped closer to the offensive demon.

"If you ever bother me again, I can assure you that I will rip your spine out, shove it down your throat; throw you so far in the deepest hole in Hell you'd be screaming for months; and when others finally have found your body, all they'd find would be your spine!"Alastor stood so close that the demon's back was against the wall.

"Hey!"

Alastor turned his head to see Husk with a sour expression.

"Both of you, back the fuck off!" The cat demon swifty flew to the riving duo. He stuck a finger against the un-named demon's chest, "I get that you're a patron here or some shit, but the guy was being fucking polite. Don't go around causing goddamn drama or else we ain't serving you here. Am I fucking clear!"

The demon nodded.

"Then get the hell out."

The demon spent no time getting out.

Husk turned his head to Alastor, "You!" He walked over the deer demon, "I understand that you're an bloodthirsty overlord who only enjoys the suffering of others, but as long as you're in my bar, you won't threaten a single goddamn person in here. Got it!"

Alastor smiled. This Husk was a dumbass, but his give-no-fucks attitude drew the deer demon closer. He gave an affirmative nod.

"Good, now you owe me solid. Help me clean this mess you made."

Damn, this cat was growing on him.