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Lucifer had completely missed Alastor’s arrival, and in his defense, he had been a bit busy with a depression fit at the moment.
Everything where just so boring! and who would even spend time with him? his wife ever absent moving from one thing to another seeming small steps anything less around breaking free from hell and more around doing something new and finding entertainment where they could get it. not that he understood it, it’s always been everything or nothing for him.
But he had never been mortal. even the exterminator’s weapons n touch wouldn’t do anything. nothing more then pain but it still only be pain. after all he had been an angel once, and part of that precious holiness lingers still. twisted? yes, corrupted? of course.
the poor bartenders weren’t sure if they wanted to try and kick him out or just leave him be. as he yearned for old days where he was just freshly fallen and it hadn’t quite sunken in yet.
but why did he need to be so terribly alone?
“Sweety, you need a hobby” Lilith said simply the words coming out blunt.
barely keeping himself from frowning “I know that. but it’s not that simple finding one” he responded.
“of course it is” Lilith countered “just find something that piques your interest. knitting, cooking music, painting? whatever it could be”
Lucifer made a face to that, his smile breaking.
but perhaps she had a point, he needed to find something a hobby of some kind. but he where created so he had already pre-programmed skills to many so what could he find on his own that he’s not already mastered?
Lucifer stopped tilting his head as the machine suddenly turned on a cheery beat in a unfamiliar style resonating thru the whole bar.
but the tone or rather the words of the song, oh it where a song that enticed nightmares a warning for what’s to come for what you can’t hope to avoid. then came broken pleases, begging, screams, and agony all mixed and meshed together into a symphony of nightmares.
Lucifer recognized the voices, assholes he’s known for centuries, and dismisses as boring, dull, so very dull.
slowly a genuine smile formed as he listened to the screams of utter agony. and he can almost taste the blood on his lips. all the while that cheerful voice, the song bleeding into a narration, a professional story but music remained as a background with the begging and screams.
he could practically see that wide cheerful smile that matched that so utter sadistic glee that made the professional tone much more upbeat and bright drawing others into the swing of his beat.
it’s been so long sense Lucifer was able to get lost in bloodshed, it’s not able to bring the same kind of thrill or cheer as it used to. the meaning having faded sense so long ago. and yet here it was.
Passion
Dedication.
Vicious.
Vindictive.
all of it in equal measure not too much not to little. none of the victims where innocent but there’s little justice to be found in the performance. as the narrator inviting others to join in the laugh at the chaotic mess of the world around him. before the music died off and the narrator cheerfully bids goodbye for tonight’s show and the odd machine shuts down.
Lucifer was actually disappointed, that it was already over he wanted it to continue for a bit while longer. but the victims didn’t seem to be able to handle it anymore.
“well that’s interesting” Lilith said over the phone having heard it on her end as well. “what do you think dear?” she asked.
Lucifer let out a slow breath “I think I found my hobby” he eventually spoke.
Lilith laughed “well have fun sweetheart”
“I will” Lucifer responded before the call ended. whistling to himself, it do seem that he have a monster to hunt down.
///
Lucifer where frustrated he knows that hell changes you, breaks you. you change twists become something else, something different. once you’re here you’re not the same, never the same as you once were.
the physical change the most drastic your body completely different from before, but apparently that change made you unrecognizable to even yourself. once here you’re no longer human, didn’t look human nor even felt like human.
yet... they still somehow acted human.
his hunt for the now affectionately titled Radio Demon were starting to get ridiculous. a month and not even a wisp of the guy.
“what am I doing wrong?” Lucifer asked after another dead-end. “it’s like he’s some form of ghost, nowhere and yet you can hear him everywhere!”
Lilith found the entire situation amusing, her giggling turning into full out laughter. the words registering what he had called the radio demon. a ghost in hell? the thought was hilarious and made him chuckle as well.
“sweetheart where have you been looking?” she asked.
Lucifer counted up the whole list from possible places to live in, to easy hunting grounds, and every place a powerful demon might stash someone strong but fresh. And Lilith listened, before finally responding when he finally finished.
“that explains it. you’re going about this the wrong way”
“then please enlighten me” Lucifer stated.
“you’re treating him like a newbie” she said simply “clearly he isn’t so stop thinking fresh meat and start thinking monster” Lilith explained,
“maybe” Lucifer mused that was something to look into at the least.
“of course, I’m right. from what I‘ve heard he’s no rookie but a professional” Lilith stated practically purring but she had no clue how true that was. “now I have to go dear, hear from you later this week” before the call ended.
‘think monster’ he repeated mentally, and it was easy after that.
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it took a few tries but 7 is called a lucky number for a reason.
and the seventh location was Cannibal Colony, a place that’s not for the faint of heart.
A town in the pride ring, with stunning cafes and adorable little shops, carefully manicured lawns, even employees who smile with both eyes and teeth. it was almost human like yet there was a dark twist, scent of blood fresh in the air
new fallen don’t gather in this town, or those who do don’t last for long. lingering here is a good way to end up eaten. after all the place lives up to it’s name but the maze like streets making it close to impossible to escape if you’re running away. you’d only fall right into another predator if you dared to do that.
then he started hearing that cheerful beat, a newer music he thinks. an entertaining tune holding life and joy that drew one to dance and racing heartbeats. a rush without fear.
dance music.
it was also leading toward wonderland. an area who flourishing with plant-life, and creatures of different kinds, but the area was twisted dark, with plants that might just end up eating you. and seeped with the aura of death heavy in the air.
as he got closer Lucifer found the music to be very fitting, especially if you want to scare, because this dance music was bordering on ominous a sadistic thrill resonating thru it.
he could almost taste how close he where to his prey, and smell the scent of the other’s aura. he stopped short blinking, the feel and scent it where... strange, it didn’t make any sense.
the Radio Demon’s aura had the sheer might and so enticingly dark presence radiating off him in casual display of power. a power he’s never seen in a mortal turned before but... where was the stain of mortality. where was that so very distinct scent of freshly turned soil that always lingered in newly fallen?
it shouldn’t have worn of not yet.
and yet the Radio demon feels like an Ancient. Someone who simply accepted who and what he is without any regret, in all of the vindictive cruelty and sadistic cheer. as if he was never born human but rather born demon.
his eyes widening at the utter and total chaos wrought to the area, and then he could smell the scent of anger.
vindictive anger.
looking around he noticed over the rooftops was static, visible crimson static, coming from a source somewhere on the ground.
“that’s my Radio Demon” Lucifer shouted in victory as a wide grin forming.
he finally found him.
‘holy’ Lucifer thought stunned as he arrived to the location and saw what was happening with growing disbelief.
what kind of newborn demon would possess something like this!?
the air as filled completely with static and distortion that you couldn’t even see the red sky due to it’s ominous crackling both audible and visible. voodoo dolls and even what looked to be porcine dolls from looks of things were both plentiful... thriving as they tore into both dead and alive sinners.
the ground coated in blood with body parts laid scattered all over the area. entire bodies having been ripped in half or in pieces as limbs had been torn off.
but not all were torn apart some had been crushed others sliced open or into pieces and Lucifer wasn’t sure how the bone had been blown up on some of them shredding the flesh n muscles form the inside out. and yet some of
while the most dolls were feeding the shadows where dancing to the music, several almost doll like shadows smaller ones playing the instruments in order to create said music with vigor and strength.
and in the center of it all was...
Lucifer blinked and wondered if he saw right.
the Radio Demon stood tall, imposing and so very deathly. he couldn’t make out the others face from the distance but he could see what probably where glowing red eyes, the horns no antlers stretched out in a display n presence of death.
while his form was draped in darkness and shadows allowing Lucifer to see crimson flash ones in a while.
he had a very distinct regal yet deadly terror about him.
Lucifer was stunned as he stared and felt more awed and curious then horrified or disgusted. he was the devil after all, he’d seen and inflicted just as much bloodshed in his many millennia’s.
but this wasn’t enough to satisfy him
what he hadn’t seen before was a creature like this, doing whatever he’s doing. no well no he’s probably heard of a being like this. On Earth.
Lucifer blinked and steadied himself. straightening his hat and put his most confident smile before walking forward. slamming the bottom of his cane into the ground with a commanding thunder as the air cracked.
the dolls stopped, shadows froze in mid motion as the music sized and it went quiet. well almost quite, the crackle of static was still there and the demon victim where also still screaming in agony.
///
Lucifer strode forward shifting the grip on his cane as he saw the Radio Demon make a simple gesture with his hand and the victims went silent.
no, not silent as the demons where still screaming in utter agony it just couldn’t be heard anymore.
the dolls backing off, some vanishing to who knows where while the shadows remained at a distance some melding into the shadows of the area blackening the ground and walls with twisted forms and glowing light eyes of whites, silvers and blues keenly observing him.
and as Lucifer got closer he finally got a good picture of the Radio demon.
pale skin shimmering with silvery shine that faded in and out sight as if shadows stretching out from the abyss.
the antlers even more impressive up-close then at afar. twisting, gnarled splits and prongs making them appear far deathlier and darker than ever before, splitting into almost seemingly two or three sets or antlers? Lucifer was not sure, one stretching out form the sides like normal but the other seem to stretch against the sides and part seem to curl behind his head adding a almost crown like effect.
Dark crimson shadowing his eyelids, while the radio demon’s sclera is a distinct void black only showing a thin blood glowing pupil flicking inside of them.
a slim tall form, sleek clawed fingers, and a fanged grin that spoke of both frigid anger. but restrained patient waiting to know why the interruption.
thought Lucifer barely kept himself from stilling in surprise, the darkness draping over him wasn’t a darkness,
they were Wings.
Great wings, feathered with breathtaking beauty, if not for the utter and total terror they induced, wings who undeniable wasn’t like the ones of a demon.
the feathers thankfully weren’t white but that didn’t make them any less terrifying, no the energy like feathers flicked and shifted like tangible shadows as they were dyed in void like abyss. the black coloring literally absorbing any light that got close as he stepped out from the shadowed wall, the wings slipping out from it in after hand before they could now see that the primaries were coated in crimson, shimmering, glowing as if freshly shed blood, making them truly look as if blood dipped than anything else.
his cloths only enhanced the effect of terror.
while he seem to be wearing a crimson suit, elegantly fitted, from the blood like shirt to darker colored vest and pants. the jacket where not a coat rather than a robe.
a long robe flowing the lower half flaring out around him, and you could faintly see what seem to be metal like scales covering it in varying sizes, some seeming layered adding an almost armor like effect. said scale robe where a startling deepest black with it’s inside shimmering as if fresh spilled blood almost seems to glow within the black.
in addition to this was what looked to be a silvery mercury like material that seemed fluid and as if spun out of air. forming what looks to be armor forming shoes and gloves possible reaching up to almost elbow and knees but couldn’t be seen from under the pants and sleeves. the plating was agile and flexible easily covering his clawed fingers enhancing the claws while on his feet they gave an almost hoof like effect. yet it also covered the bones of his wings adding an almost skeletal armor to them, and you could see layered almost scale like wrapped around his neck under the shirt’s collar, covering his entire throat.
Lucifer could feel that delightful aura, a strange eldritch magical blend.
this is a being who’s fully able to shake all of hell within hours sending them quivering in their boots within days.
toppling overlords who’s been dominant for centuries, within days and form the scent and presence of anger the overlords managed to tick him off.
very few would be able to match this demonic deer, and if Lucifer where in his right mind he’d probably be scared to.
yet right now he could barely keep his hands to himself.
he smiled even wider as he realized that raw might. the sheer weight of the others soul wasn’t that of a mortal turned demon.
this wasn’t a demon that could be broken, no not in that way.
then he heard it, whispers. hundreds of whispers, from the shadows, loyal whispers, telling stories, speaking of rumors or what they’ve seen.
their voices overlapping and fading so often, bickering, and curse but also groveled all at once.
so many shadows, and Alastor was their undisputed lord, their master. the love, the adoration and loyalty the shadows directed him was almost tangible that Lucifer could taste it.
a demon who gained the shadow’s undivided loyalty.
something Lucifer hadn’t thought was possible before. sure, the theory have been thrown up in the air a few times but actually meeting someone who managed it was something else.
no this wasn’t a mere sinner, nor newborn demon.
no this demon was something else entirely.
all of the traits, from the wings rivaling a fallen or angel, to the deer like traits and the shadows. the presence of darkness, of chaos and shadows even a whispering alure of death that often accompanied both shadows and darkness.
the radio demon is an embodiment.
but Lucifer had the distinct feeling he where missing something. something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. shadows where undeniable and that threw darkness up into possibility yet the feeling of something missing from that blend remained.
as if shadows weren’t the only thing this earthborn demon embodied.
///
Alastor tilted his head ears twitching slightly he felt another magic brush up against his own. his anger waned as his interest got pulled elsewhere with growing curiosity.
“Welcome to Hell. I’m Lucifer the man in charge down here” Lucifer introduced holding out his hand.
Alastor blinked, before taking Lucifer’s hand in a firm handshake while being mindful of his touch. he’d rather not send the king of hell’s soul to void by accident after all.
“pleasure to meet you, your majesty” Alastor said and Lucifer couldn’t help but to raise a brow at the voice. jovial tones speaking with an almost Atlantic accent, his voice was rich, velvet tones so very inviting.
yet...
it was bizarrely channeled, sounding like you were speaking thru the speakers of a radio despite him standing right here. what an interesting effect and it did make that title more literal then before.
“your parlor tricks decimated half my population” Lucifer stated, and the area sudden blackened.
“I do not believe either Shadows or Darkness likes being called parlor tricks” Alastor said dryly, his smile becoming just as dry.
“probably not” Lucifer admitted with a nod ‘but it is a good way to find out if it’s the real primordial force or just an separate-stray element that’s formed from one‘ he thought silently.
and yes, what the Radio Demon have is the Real Deal, which means he’s a True Embodiment and not merely a wielder.
Alastor didn’t even bat an eye at the sudden hostility of said forces that he’s tightly bound to and so familiar with.
knowing that said forces wouldn’t harm him or if it tried, he could handle it.
another sign Lucifer picked up, a trait only real embodiments have.
“Lovely work by the way, you’ve saved the angels quite the job this year. now tell me Al, have my humble little hell met your expectations is it all that you’d hope for?” Lucifer asked waiting for an answer.
‘all?’ Alastor thought for a moment as his grin widened before he let out a so very content sight. eyes closed for a moment
“oh yes, I’ve never had such plentiful of food, nor a taste so utterly delightful” was spoken with a slow almost seductive purr as he reminiscent of the taste.
Lucifer blinked at the response ‘did he just call the sinners a food aphrodisiac?’ he could not help but to wonder, any thoughts of needling possible one of the most dangerous beings in hell put on a hold.
‘what a strange demon’.
Alastor shifted slightly, seeming to shrink ever so slightly, the horns still out as was the wings, but his form seemed more alive then deathly. the void that’s his eyes flickered on red on red and even had a pupil now thought one rather akin to a radio dial, while the shadows on his skin seem to fade, still pale but seemingly healthy pale shade.
a more relaxed demon form but probably not his basic form.
“now why would you visit little old me?” Alastor asked in honest curiously.
Lucifer grinned widen “isn’t it obvious” he asked with mock surprise which merely got a raised eyebrow as response.
“to scope out the competition” he said leaning forward as if to whisper.
the static screeched into white noise in an instant as Alastor blanked.
Alastor blinked, ‘is he? he is’ Alastor realized blinking ones again as the static tried to hone in a channel, while Lucifer watched intrigued.
“you’re serious” Alastor said out having problem believing that.
looking at Lucifer rather baffled as his static finally returned back to normal “sorry your majesty but you’ll have to explain that one to me” he requested.
“they’re weak” Lucifer stated blandly bored, “they’re all weak, even the big names. the ones who’ve been here for centuries carving their names into the very fabric of hell. demons made from mortal souls are as a rule disappointing wouldn’t you agree?” he asked.
Alastor nodded absently.
“it threw me of a bit, I had expected a bit more challenge, but it seems like hell merely gather the chaos into high concentration” Alastor said simply. because that’s more or less what it where.
Lucifer shrugged draping his arm around Alastor’s shoulders his grin widen as Alastor shifted subconsciously at the touch “the sad truth is hell just wasn’t made for mortals”
Alastor hummed, the static shifted again tuning into another channel. “yet it’s overrun by them, not your decision I take” and Lucifer picked up in that instantly, that little non-said fact that Alastor didn’t see himself as mortal.
“no that was my dear old man, thought why seemingly funneling every soul that doesn’t qualify to my doorstep I don’t understand. hell was made for demons not mortal souls, but some effort was put in by the primordial forces. why do you think you got these lovely appendages” Lucifer stopped petting an ear that swiftly swirled out of the touch, as Alastor’s grin was a bit more frigid.
the shadows shifting neither liking the attempt at all.
“with my inheritance when I was 14” Alastor responded giving an absent shrug and made Lucifer pause for a moment as the words registered.
‘not as much mortal soul as I first thought’ he thought delighted at the news, his grin widening further. Remembering that those of ancient magics in the human world can change drastically to accommodate their magic. after that then they weren’t really human anymore, more often then not only half-mortal to, and not human or mortal like sinners where before coming down here.
it explained why Alastor lacked that taint, not adding the fact that he where a child when it came in and is so very clearly an Adult now.
the Radio demon isn’t a sinner he’s earthborn, a major difference that changed the field.
“mortal souls came after the demons, people do tend to forget that” Lucifer stated “the thing about mortals, is that there’s allot of them. some would say too many. numbers is one thing they have on their side. there will always be enough saints coming up on the fast track to heaven, and my father consider the whole species a success. I’ve seen some of them, sweet docile obedient happy to place all their uncertainties in the hands of the almighty”
Lucifer was practically draped over him now, and Alastor barely kept himself from shivering. even if he manages to get rid of that dislike to being touched halfway so he could easily touch someone if he initiated it.
which made the current situation a bit uncomfortable.
“positively angelic, and then there’s you” Lucifer said sharp eyes pinned on him, “go thru enough saints in human skin and you eventually pull a demon right? not one of the sinners crawling about who all fits into the same molds. but a real true demon.” Lucifer spoke in delight.
Alastor chuckled deeply to that, apparently his presence was well liked by the king.
“this is their punishment, that they’d been found lacking. tell my Alastor do you feel punished?” Lucifer asked curiously.
that caused Alastor to tilt his head ears twitching curiously as he thought over the question.
‘punished?’ he wondered.
being forced into a mold he didn’t want, following manners and actions of a culture you never wanted to be part of treated like a criminal for things he’d never done. Then expected to be a savior, famous, expected to have knowledge he’d been unaware of. only to be turned on by the smallest mistake he could never had any control over.
no he hadn’t truly felt punished sense he was a child not sense he was a wizard before his inheritance awoke.
“no, no definitely not” Alastor eventually responded with a cheery tone. “if I had known of this place I’d would have come sooner”
“you would” Lucifer said delighted. “you really would! if you ended up in heaven you would have dug your way into hell wouldn’t you?”
Alastor chuckled at that. the truth in the statement was rather amusing one he had to admit, and studio laughter rang out around them as his static laughed.
“what a sight that would have been. but I can’t say I’m unhappy with the portal that lead you here now” Lucifer sighted as the laughter died off.
“I have been looking for someone like you” was said and made Alastor blink and tilt his head, ears tilting in utter confusion even more than earlier.
“Look for me your majesty?” Alastor questioned.
“I’ve been watching your progress, you have potential Alastor. however, you choose to use it, your name will be whispered throughout hell for centuries to come” Lucifer started and Alastor jolted out of his grip at hearing that.
“no, no don’t try and play yourself down, I’ll rip out your tongue myself if you do” Lucifer said pointedly yet it was very obvious that Alastor hadn’t bothered and probably didn’t even care for fame.
Alastor’s grin turned a bit wry,
“when you’re out there, fully established and so very terrifying striking fear into the hearts of demonkind. oh, years from now you’ll be quite the sight” Lucifer sighted content.
“I make no promises I only searches for enjoyment to stave off boredom, so power don’t interest me in the slightest” Alastor said easily.
Lucifer laughed “oh my deer, I believe that will be more than enough” Lucifer almost purred
“is that all your majesty?” Alastor spoke giving a smooth if purely playful bow, as the frequency shifted channel again and music started up.
“indeed. mark my words Alastor. you’re going to be one hell of a sight” Lucifer said laughing but the fondness was easily seen.
Alastor chuckled “merry part then Your Majesty” he said before sinking into the shadows as he vanished from the area, leaving the devastation behind.
“merry part?” Lucifer repeated amused what an odd greeting. what an interesting demon.
‘but what more is he embodiment of?’ Lucifer asked himself, it where frustratingly enough just at the tip of his tongue.
shadows where obvious, the others thought where harder to tell.
“well I’ll figure that out eventually” he hummed to himself.