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In Cynthia’s house, just after her death …
Alastor whistled cheerfully as he put his foot on a thug’s body and posed … like he was standing on a hunting kill.
The demon’s ever-present smile grew even wider as he saw some of his shadow minions clapping, and bowed to their applause.
Ah, yes. Just like the good old days.
Honestly, this was the best day of Alastor’s ‘little sabbatical’ on Earth. The best … and also the last, due to the actions of Cynthia’s ex.
The Radio Demon’s smile turned into a contemptuous one as he glanced down at the body of said coward. The pathetic weasel of a man was truly insufferable, and deserved every bit of pain and punishment he got just now. Not to mention the further torture Alastor would inflict upon the ex once he found the latter in Hell.
But, before that …
Alastor glanced down at the slumped body of Cynthia on the floor, his smile twitching slightly. The Overlord sighed deeply, his form flickering from the carnivorous deer to the more human one.
It had hurt more than the Radio Demon had expected … to kill her. The look of betrayal and horror in Cynthia’s eyes had hurt Alastor even more, and he’d had to have a few drinks afterwards to dull the pain.
The stag had then proceeded to tell himself, over and over again, that Cynthia would be grateful for it one day. After all, the Radio Demon could not have stayed at her home forever, after all.
He had Overlord duties, plus his various plans and schemes … not to mention that fact that those nosey angels might start sniffing around the place for traces of demonic activity.
Also … although Alastor would never admit it out loud … the Radio Demon was inwardly terrified. Terrified … that she would instantly reject his feelings, once he revealed the full truth about himself. Alastor wasn’t sure that he could have stood the potential heartbreak, but now …
The radio host’s smile turned twisted, his appearance twisting back to a hellish one as well.
Now that Cynthia had committed murder, had died, and was probably going to Hell as well … she and Alastor could be together forever in the depths of the flaming pit.
Alastor’s smile flickered for a moment, as his eyes narrowed. Yes, of course Cynthia was going to Hell. She’d killed someone after all! He shouldn’t have think twice about it … but he already was.
Hmmmmm …
Well! There was no reason why Alastor couldn’t ’help’ his beloved doe along a bit …
———
🎵 Skies were gray, ev'ry day … 🎵
Alastor began singing as he leaned down towards Cynthia, his voice lacking its static for once.
🎵 Nothing seemed to come my way … 🎵
The Radio Demon picked Cynthia up, and cradled her gently in his arms. His fearsome looks faded again, as his smile softened and turned fond.
🎵 Until you came along … 🎵
It was very true. Alastor Hartfelt had never ever expected that he would fall in love. When Alastor was alive, and then in Hell after his death, he had only felt only a strong aversion and indifference towards the various advances made to him over the years.
Then the Radio Demon met Cynthia … and all of his objections slowly disappeared, one by one.
🎵 Then a kiss, it was this … 🎵
Alastor kissed Cynthia on the cheek gently, his dead heart feeling like it wanted to beat again. The girl was one of the kindest, bravest, and most beautiful people that he’d ever met in his life … the other one being his mother, of course.
Alastor had lost the latter years ago … and did not wish to lose the second thing so close to his heart as well.
🎵 Turned my sorrow into bliss … 🎵
Alastor kissed Cynthia again … and then smirked, his demonic appearance returning. The radio host snapped his fingers loudly, as he chuckled!
Time to get started!
🎵 And now I sing this song! 🎵
The deer demon’s shadow minions instantly swarmed the sitting room … hauling the other bodies away, and moving the furniture to the sides of the room.
———
Soon, there was a large, cleared space in the middle of the room … in which a few shadows were drawing a huge, complicated, magical symbol on the floor. Other shadows approached the symbol, carrying various items in their claws.
Cynthia’s perfumes, her jewellery, sweet cakes from her pantry, household flowers, rum, cigars, red and black candles. They worked quickly: placing the candles at strategic points on the symbol, sprinkling the flower petals and perfumes around the candles; and placing the cakes, rum, and cigars on the outer edges.
Thus prepared, Alastor walked into the centre of the symbol, and put Cynthia’s body down at his feet.
“Ne t'inquiète pas, ma douce biche (Don't worry, my sweet doe) ...” the Radio Demon murmured as he knelt down behind Cynthia. ”Nous serons de nouveau ensemble (We'll be together again).”
A snap of the Radio Demon’s claws magically lit all of the candles, as his shadow minions retreated to a respectful distance. Alastor then raised both arms as he started invoking the deities needed for the ritual.
”Master of the Roads, guardian of the gate, with open arms I come before you, seeking your wisdom to illuminate my path …"
The deer demon continued to pray and chant, as the symbol started to glow red, with tendrils of light spiralling inwards.
“Divine Lady of Sorrows, maîtresse rayonnante de l'amour et de la beauté …”
Unseen presences swirled around the oblivious Alastor, radiating a variety of feelings. Feelings from amusement, to ‘awwwww’ … with a slightly reproving tone.
———
🎵 My heart is light, and days are bright … 🎵
Alastor abruptly switched from chanting to singing, continuing the song from earlier.
🎵 For I'm in love with you … 🎵
He took a few items out of his pockets: a cream-coloured handkerchief, a spool of red thread, and two little photographs.
🎵 And all the while I wear a smile … 🎵
One of Cynthia’s photos (that he ‘borrowed’ in secret), and a secret photo of Alastor’s own human self (which he’d kept for years, without anyone else’s knowledge).
🎵 For I'm in love with you … 🎵
The Radio Demon placed both photos in the middle of the handkerchief, wrapped the handkerchief around them, and started tying it together with the red thread.
🎵 I'm always glad and never sad … 🎵
In no time at all, Alastor had a perfectly-made poppet in his claws.
🎵 Because you love me, too … 🎵
The deer demon then reached up to his hair, and cut off a few strands of it with his claws.
🎵 Thru rain or shine, the world is mine … 🎵
Alastor then bent down and cut off a lock of Cynthia’s hair, smiling slyly as he did so.
🎵 For I'm in love with you … 🎵
———
The deer demon began to plait a tiny cord of the two locks of hair woven together. Simultaneously, the glowing tendrils around him started to move towards Cynthia. They spiralled around her neck thrice, and settled on it … transforming into a glowing red ribbon, which wrapped tightly around the dead girl’s neck.
The ribbons quickly faded from sight, though Alastor knew that they were still there … on Cynthia’s neck.
———
🎵 Now I'm gay, night and day … 🎵
The Radio Demon touched the poppet to the symbol on the ground lightly, letting the glow seep into it.
🎵 Ev'rything just comes my way … 🎵
Alastor then pricked his right palm, and let three drops of blood fall onto the poppet … while muttering under his breath.
🎵 And we will never part … 🎵
The deer demon watched the glow and bloodstain spread around the poppet with playful yet smug satisfaction.
🎵 No more tears, no more fears … 🎵
Alastor kissed the poppet once, before tucking it into an inner chest pocket, over his heart.
🎵 Only thoughts of after years … 🎵
The Radio Demon glanced down at Cynthia’s body on the ground, smiling fondly as he visualised what her demon form might look like.
🎵 For you are mine, sweetheart … 🎵
Alastor’s grin widened as he sung the final words. He quickly summoned his microphone staff, and slammed it down hard on the floor!
The symbol erupted into flames, as the Radio Demon returned back down to Hell … awaiting the arrival of his ‘sweet doe’.