@hellcasted | continued from here
...This kid was rather naive, wasn’t he? Acting all innocent and friendly to one of the strongest demons in all of Hell...even if he was new here, he must’ve heard of the Radio Demon. Someone who shouldn’t be trusted.
Yet, then again, Steven had claimed to be sent here due to a misunderstanding. Perhaps he really was a better person before he died? Yet, if so...misunderstanding or not, why would he be sent to Hell? You’d think the problem would solve itself and he’d be taken to Heaven--or at least some kind of Purgatory.
But nope. This cheerful, rather young-looking boy was in Hell--face-to-face with the Radio Demon, might I add. He said he wanted redemption? Demons couldn’t be redeemed. I mean, they’re in Hell for a reason! But, Alastor had to admit, this little guy reminded him of Charlie.
The innocent attitude, the hope for positive growth in a place like this...it was almost laughable how similar he and Hell’s own princess were. But, if he truly believed in such a cause...it could be entertaining to watch his belief fall to the ground along with this hotel.
Steven had also mentioned an ‘Angel’--did he mean Angel Dust? One of the other residents at the hotel? The one who never seemed to leave Alastor alone? This kid was friends with someone like him? The deer demon didn’t understand how he could tolerate such a...character.
Angel Dust was...annoying, if nothing else. I mean, he was a demon who was basically addicted to...well, to things that kids didn’t need to be worrying about. He’d be a horrible influence on this kid--and that’s when Al got an idea.
Maybe he’d befriend the boy instead. Not that he was a better influence than Angel--in fact, he was probably worse--but it’d be much more entertaining to watch Steven fail if he began to trust someone like Alastor.
Then, it’d be more than a failed attempt at achieving something good here in Hell--it’d be a full-on betrayal! That kind of stuff was just the best kind of entertainment--reality! Where there’s reality, there’s drama! Turmoil! Suffering! Entertainment! All he’d have to do was play nice. Become this kid’s friend--if you could even call it a friendship.
“Angel? You don’t happen to mean Angel Dust, do you? Because, if so...then I’m afraid you’re friends with the wrong type of guy! Angel’s a bad influence. I, however, would be delighted to be your proper friend here in Hell!”
He gave the kid a smile that seemed as genuine as he could make it--the key word here being seemed.
“My name is Alastor! I’m sure we’ll get along wonderfully!”