#hellenergy

Whispered in his ear.

“Good boy.”

He flushed. Static popping. Composure gone.

The Radio Demon —

STEP 1: Say you’ll never forgive him and storm out

STEP 2: Invite him to a bar

STEP 3: Flirt with lesbians (preferably princesses) in front of Alastor and Vaggie

STEP 4: have WAY to much fun while he definitely definitely does NOT notice how good you look

STEP 5: Uh oh… When did you run the bartenders wife with a motorcycle?

STEP 6: After Alastor goes ballistic punch out the bartender yourself (while calling him Cupcake fondly)

STEP 7: when the Bartender stabs Alastor with glass storm out dramatically

STEP 8: Demand he takes off his shirt and the conversation will go like this: “Take off your shirt.” “My dear….” Alastor chuckled cheeks warming despite himself, “that is hardly appropriate alley way behavior—“ “TO TREAT YOUR WOUNDS IDIOT.” STEP 9: Threaten everyone who would dare to hurt him while threatening Alastor as well, and he smiles at you like your being romantic

STEP 10: He asks about your past while definitely not wincing in pain and you say: “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

That was it. A challenge.

“ALASTOR WE NEED TO ASK YOU ABOUT—” There he was, pinning her beneath the blankets like chaos incarnate. Charlotte: 🔥 red face, wild hair, dignity missing. Alastor: 😏 calm, composed, smug beyond mortal comprehension. The world ended.

But every spike of static, every twitch of her tail… tells the truth. 💀 This is slow-burn tension at its purest. They’re in a truce. And like all truces in Hell… it’s not going to last.