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I wake up in my old room, dark vertical striped walls, deer skulls and red, so much red, it’s a little jarring after not seeing it for a while. I blink a few times letting my eyes adjust, I’m very warm, Heaven was less hot and dry. After not being in hell for a moment…I’m not used to it. I go to my closet and put on one of my suits, the material wasn’t as nice as the stuff in heaven, but that made sense, everything there was fancy, elegant, and warm, not this overbearing hot dryness. Ugh what is this melancholy? It’s vexing. I head downstairs taking in the hotel, it’s been two weeks nothing has changed, it’s still this hopeless hotel full of happy nitwits. When I get down stairs, I’m an attacked with a hug, I immediately push Charlie off.
Charlie:”sorry Al! I was just so worried” tears are streaming down her face, I pat her head.
Alastor:”I’m fine dear charlotte” she sniffs and wipes her face.
Charlie:”right, I’m just so glad you’re back!” I’m about to wave her off when I feel my pant leg dampen. I look down and see Niffty, I reach down and pick her up.
Niffty:”Sir! Your okay! You were gone so long!”
Alastor:”of course Niffty dear! I’m quite alright” I let her hug me, just this once. After a few seconds I set her down with a head pat.
Alastor:”now I’m off, I need to repair any damage my reputation took!” I teleport away to my radio tower. I start preparing for my broadcast and as I’m about to begin, I pause and look at my soulmark. Why? Why do I feel this lingering sadness? I’m back where I want to be. Back in my tower tormenting people, gaining power. So why do I miss it? Those pleasant chaotic morning, the warm feeling in the air? I don’t know, but I hate that I want it, that I miss it, that I wish to go back. Preposterous I couldn’t possibly, I’m probably just adjusting to being back.