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"Cause radio is fucking dead!" His words ring through his mind every second of every day since the extermination. He can't get it out of his head no matter what he does, the injury the angel left on him is now a nasty scab going across his torso.
He saw it and felt sick, he was weak. He was stupid how could he not win against him?? Stupid. Stupid. STUPID. STUPID! He gripped his hands into his hair and was pacing around mumbling to himself, there was a knock at his door and he didn't notice it or didn't care enough to answer it.
There was silence from the other side of the door "hello? Alastor? Are you in there?" A voice came out and Alastor stopped in his tracks still shaking. It was charlie, of course. He made himself presentable and opened the door "Why hello Charlie dear! What is it that you need?" Alastor asked while looking down at Charlie
"Oh hi Alastor! Sorry if I interrupted anything, I just needed your opinion on some plans I have for the hotel!" Charlie said excitedly, as always she was a beaming ball of joy. "Well go on, I would love to hear your wonderful ideas!" Alastor said seeming interested, he really wasn't. He was still trying to get used to the layout of the new hotel, since he wasn't there for the construction he barely knows where the kitchen is! " so, I was thinking-" Charlie started rambling on while Alastor was barely paying attention, too caught up in his own thoughts. After Charlie was done it took him a while to realize they were just sitting in silence, "Alastor..?" Charlie said worried Alastor's eyes went wide "oh im sorry my dear! I was just thinking on your ideas. They seem wonderful, I can't wait to see what you do with the hotel!" Charlies eyes seemed to glow with happiness, "really? Thank you alastor! Ill see you later at dinner, I need to get everyone else's opinions on it as well." Alastor nods and walks back into his room once Charlie walked to the next room. He sighed and sat at his desk, he knew he wasn't going to dinner. He didn't need food, he would be fine. Alastor just sat in his room for hours.. And hours.. He was pathetic, he was so tired of it. He didn't want to be 'alive' anymore but he was literally dead! How could he be tired of life if he was in hell? I guess he was bored of the afterlife. He just couldn't do it anymore, he grabbed what seemed to be a box cutter from one of his drawers in his desk. Why did he even have this? He doesn't fucking open boxes?? "Maybe.." He mutters to himself. He put the blade into the light and saw it gleam, he needed pain. It was the only way he could keep going, IT WAS THE ONLY WAY.. Wasn't it? He put any regrets into the back of his mind and peeled off his coat. Should he do this? What if he regretted it? What if- he somehow interrupted his own thought and brought the blade to his skin.. Minutes later once he was.. Done. He put his coat on and oh god it burned. Worse than anything he had felt, well maybe not worse but it still hurt.
He decided he should go to dinner, he might not eat anything but it would be nice to see everybody. The burning made him wince in pain, he calmed down and teleported himself to the lounge room where everyone was waiting nifty to finish cooking. Nifty had always been a good cook, even before her death. Alastor walked over to the sofa and sat down, everyone was talking while he was just.. There I guess. He didn't like talking when he didn't have to anyways so he didn't care as much. Charlie looked over to Alastor just realizing he was there, "Hi Alastor! Glad you could make it to dinner!" Everyone's heads turned to face Alastor who feels nervous having all eyes on him he clears himself " Its always a pleasure.. Heh.." He is unknowing on what to say and waits for everyone to go back to their conversations and everyone did. Everyone except lucifer, he looked at the radio demon sitting next to him just staring off into space. "You Uhh.. You good.?" Lucifer asked, he couldn't believe he was asking the RADIO DEMON. Who he hated by the way, if he was okay.