Chapter #1: The Aftermath

                                    

                                          
After The Battle
"Finale"
This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air. And I barely escaped being killed by a hair! "Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends." Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends! I'm hungry for freedom, like never before. The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor. Once I figure out how to unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the stings?!
I stumble across the bloodied dirt, my ruin shoes scraping the debris. This kind of vulnerability should never be seen by ANYONE. Especially Vox. That damn picture box headed freak is probably doing everything in his power to see where I am right now. He can never see me this weak and helpless. I need to get somewhere where he can't see me. My radio studio! It has none of that frivolous high technology that Vox spies on everyone with. I stumble past the broken hotel, clutching onto anything I can grapple onto. Blood pours through my fingers as I clutch my chest. I don't know much about angelic weapons, but I have been cut by a few of them before. The scars all over my body prove that. Though I've never been cut fatally. Where are the others at this time?! The battle must be over, I heard Lucifer taunting Adam as I lay dying under rubble. Will they even come after me? Well, why does it matter. I'm not here to make friends. You can't trust friends. Friends don't get you far in life. Climbing your way up the ladder of power, on the other hand, does.
"Aeh!" I shout out as the skin around the wound pulls against my jacket.
I'm coming closer to the radio studio, I can sense it. Even in the ruble, I can find it. As I turned the corner, I spot my studio. It was tilted slightly to the side, the trap door hanging open, a slight red glow coming from inside. Ah, home. I reach for the swinging trapdoor, pulling my broken body onto the creaking wooden floors. Blood pours out on the floor, causing me to struggle to stand back up. My feet shuffle to the control panel, and with my hands outreached, I grab onto the dial that broadcasts directly to the Vees, and am about to turn it...but I can't. I... I can't let him know I'm this...weak! If he already doesn't know, that is. That damn television-headed monstrosity. He has...what's the word? Ah yes, blackmail. Blood pours out of my mouth, dripping onto the crease of my shoes. I start sinking onto the ground, unable to stop myself. The pain is overwhelming. No, no, no! I cannot faint! My breathing gets heavier.
Everyone will know how weak I am...
"Radio is fucking dead!"
"The future of Hell belongs to the Vees...!"
What's the matter, demon?
Can't do anything right?
You weak piece of shit.
You couldn't even take on Adam.
Nevertheless, keep the hotel safe...
What if Charlie and the rest had gotten hurt?!
Why do you even care...
She will be so mad...
You failed them all.
You should have NEVER made that deal...
HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID?!
You're double dead already, Al...
This kind of vulnerability is the end of you...
It's okay, let Lucif͔̌̆͟e͙͊͊ͅr ͓́t̖̻̀͐̚͜a̯̣̍͊͘͟k̥͖͔̜̒͛̈͆̊͢e̡͇̞̅̐́ ̯̟̦̮̒͊̈́̕c̯̆ar̬̼͔͋̔́e̫̐͢͝ ̣̼̿̄ọ̜͖̒̂̄f ÿ̮̹̞̊͡ŏ͔̩̒͜͞u͙̮͍̐̽͝ŗ̊ ̀ͅď̦í̼͖̩̺̦̒͐͐̅r̙̲̍͝t͎̅ỵ͙̗͂̒̃ ̨̓w̫̱̑̀or̬̂k̨̦̦̈́̽͒!
You FUCKING FAILURE!!!
ALASTOR!!!
ALaStoR!!
"Alastor?!"
I blink my eyes open, the bright light stinging them. My long red and black-tipped hair is spread out around me, entangled in the wooden floor and coated in blood. My broken cane, in two pieces, strewn across the floor. The soft red glow of my radio studio at dark is gone, replaced with the bright, blinding light of some glowing...something? I blink my eyes rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. The soft blurry edges of my vision slowly transition and I can make out the edges of an...angel? That doesn't make any sense, I've already been damned to hell. Unless...shit. Lucifer. That annoying short man. Seriously, who gave such a small, aggravating man so much power?! I turn my head to the side. In the process, I pull at the injury that I forgot about. 
"Agh..." I let out a whine, subconsciously. 
The one annoying thing that comes with hell, is that you get a new look. Depending on how you died on earth, that determines what you look like in hell. For me, I had a bad experience with...hunters and dogs. So I am stuck with some traits of a deer, out of all creatures. I hate my look, except for when I get to transform into my full form. That, I don't mind. But the one thing I really don't like are my ears. I am stuck with small bumps in my hair that resemble deer ears, that are currently pinned tightly against my hair. Radio static buzzes around me, growling at the quiet of the night.
Dammit, Al, get yourself together! Lucifer's face is so close to mine, his bright rosy red cheeks set up high, his mouth perked into a soft smile. Are you seriously going to lay there and let Lucifer see you wither in pain?! Imagine what he would think of you if he knew about this injury! Do you want to be seen as a weak overlord in the eyes of the king of hell himself?!
"Woah, easy there Bambi," says Lucifer, leaning downwards toward me, "What are you doing on the floor there?"
Come on Al. Hold it together. Just for a few more minutes.
"Oh, nothing your majesty, just taking a quick catnap," I pull myself onto my radio control panel, reaching for anything to hide my wound and stabilize myself.
"Come on, Al, what are you doing? I know something is wrong. You were supposed to take care of Adam." Lucifer says, coming around the side of me to try to get a glimpse of the front of me.
"Sorry Lucifer, must be on my way now! Congrats on your, how do I phrase this? Win?" I say, smiling and standing up as tall as I can. Even in my hunched state, I still have about a foot on the short king.
"What the fuck do you mean?! I won fair and square, don't you dare question me! I cannot believe you–" He says, angered quickly by my height and sarcasm.
"Well, it's nothing... I mean, it just seems like you swooped in at the last minute. Nowhere to be seen in the beginning...well, nevertheless, congrats my lord!" I say, as I widen my smile and pull myself up, so I'm leaning against the radio control panel. I face away from Lucifer, hiding my injury.
"Well, I must be off now! Goodbye, Lucifer!"
I manage to conjure enough strength to sink into my shadow and teleport outside my radio studio. Just doing that takes so much energy... I must hide this. From the Vees and from anyone else who could find out. I have a reputation to uphold. First order of business is to close up this wound. Then, I'll be off to the tailor. 
I slump against the broken rumple, and conjure up a large stapler for wounds. In three quick clicks of the stapler, I'm all closed up. Mostly...blood still pours out of my wound, yet it is slower than before. If I can fix up my coat, I should be fine. Off to the tailor I go!
*Snap*
Nothing.
*Snap**Snap*
Still nothing.
Fuck.
I suppose I'll be walking. In the open, around everyone else in hell. Or what's remaining of it. Unless...no. I cannot let Husker or any of the other souls I own see me in this weakened state. I suppose I'll have to slink in the shadows, and get this done quickly. I can hear the others already. They are...not looking for me? Well, I mean, it doesn't bother me at all...right? What are these...feelings? I do NOT have "friends". The Radio Demon works alone. And off I go now, I need to head to the tailor quickly.