Chapter 12: Coincidence?

⚠️Warning Graphic depictions of violence ahead. Not that good at writing gore but I'll try my best enjoy! You have been warned.⚠️

A demon screamed begging for his afterlife as two massive black tendrils held him by the waist and torso in the air. Alastor paced around with a menacingly dark smile as he spoke into his microphone delivering his gruesome broadcast throughout hell for all to witness. "Dear listeners it's a swell day out here on the streets of Pentagram City [in spite of the debauchery]. The air is stagnant, the weather is sweltering and today's scum seem to be coming in quite the variety of flavors! At this moment I have a rather rockyroad-type chap! What are you called dear boy?" This question was answered by screams of terror and please for mercy. "Let me go man! Come on!" He begged. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance! Tell me what do you call a cow with no legs?" This comment caused the now crying sinner to sob muffled weep and obscured please as the tentacle around his torso coiled all the way up to his mouth blocking out any coherencies and the one around his waist coiled around one of his legs. "Ground beef AH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Alastor laughed as the sound of a snapped bone could be heard. This just envokes more sobs from the demon's captive. To be fair the male was caught literally with his pants down trying to rape a demoness who was now forced to watch the scene in horror. She obviously did not enjoying being forced upon but being made to watch the Radio Demon at work was a dangerous chance that she didn't really want to take. However despite the voice inside that told her to run she observed every cruel act with terror-filled eyes. Alastor found sexual assult deeply reprehensible therefore he took it upon himself to be rid of the filthy creatine while all of the Pentagram listened in.

After the announcement followed by the first injury a tentacle shot through the demon spilling his innards all over the street. One of his abdominal organs burst out with the impact causing him to scream in pain and shock under the tentacle holding his upper body. The demoness was in shock as the blood splattered all over her face and torn dress.

"Such a shame for the lad I don't think he has the 'stomach' for this brodcast! Ahahaha!" Al joked as a laugh track sounded along with his own laughter. The organ in question laid a few feet from the well dressed demon like deflated bagpipes. The fluids leaked from the detached tubes in a sickening way so much so that the multi-eyed girl gagged at the sight of the throbbing thing. Alastor however was quite amused by the sight. He smiled down at the mass of smooth muscle chuckling as he gave it a mocking jab with his staff before looking up at his victim. "Hm..." he hummed feigning thought. "I think this one is more of a 'liver' than a fighter!" He said into his microphone as another tendril was summoned and shot through the previously made wound and pierced through the demon's liver. The guy was miraculously still holding on as he was able to get his arms through the spaces of the coils and bringing his hands up to pull the tentacles from his mouth. "Oh God please stop! I can't die listening to these stupid fucking puns!" He begged close to tears in both emotional and physical anguish, blood gushing from his mouth every time he talked or coughed.

"Oh come now my friend show some 'backbone' Hahahaha!" This joke was then followed by the poor bastard's spine being ripped out brutally. The howls and groans of his pain echoed throughout hell and could be heard through Alastor's microphone.

Unfortunately for the bloody douche his torment was only getting started.

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Allison flinched at every rip and tear that could be heard from the radio on the front desk of the florist's shop. Apparently the owner was a fan of the Radio Demon's work and even had a vintage radio so he could listen in on all his broadcasts. Hell his love for the tyrant was one of the reasons he gave Allison such a good deal on flowers for her events, because she looked so much him. "Alright hon! That's the last of it!" Said a strikingly effeminate male voice from behind a large vase of black-stemmed red roses. "Thank you Devon. I-I'm sorry for making s-such a large order a-at the last m-minute I hope I h-haven't inconvenienced y-you." The doe stuttered gratefully.

As the pot was sat down an olive skinned cyclops demon with swirly green and light green highlighted hair pipped up dramatically with an excited voice. "Oh it's not an inconvenience at all darling! I very much need the bussiness with all that unseemly mess going on outside." He said. The guy wasn't exactly a dead ringer for Niffty because he was normal height and his arms and legs matched the rest of his body in color but from the massive amount of handsome male pics plastered all over his wall behind the desk, he was damn well just as boy crazy. "So what fancy little soiree are you putting together this time? I can't imagine any crime boss or overlord being in any sort of party mood during a millennial affliction." Devon asked curiously his cheek resting idly on his fist with his hot pink eyelid half closed. "I-it's n-not exactly f-for an o-overlord or anyone l-like th-that...it's f-for the p-princess of H-Hell." She stammered. The boy's eye widened in surprise. "What is her birthday coming up?" He asked. "N-no it's m-meant for h-her hotel g-guests." Allison answered. "Oh yes that silly little passion project of hers! I see. How is it all going so far?" Devon questioned. As he came around the front with the potted roses eyeball plants following him around as he walked. "I-it was qu-quite r-rough in the b-beginning. It still i-is a l-little but w-were g-getting there-" *squelch* "EEP!" *Splat* *AHHHHHH!* *Hahahaha* Allison jumped at the broadcast as more violence ensued. "Oh~ how I just love the way he makes those ingrates suffer!" Devon muses as he sets the roses down with the others. Allison grimaces in response trying to not let her discomfort show as Alastor was mentioned. She was highly disturbed by the man's showcase of devistation but at the same time she was somewhat mesmerized by how jovially expressive he was, as though he were completely in his comfort zone.

Allison didn't want to admit it but she was a little envious of the voodoo deer. She didn't want to be comfortable with killing people specifically, she just wished she could be more confident in herself about her own guilty pleasures. She could never express her own desires and affinities the way Alastor did. She'd rather keep them to herself like some kind of dirty secret fearing that any expression of them would make her no different than any other depraved soul in hell. What she longed for was indeed unseemly but not anywhere near as bad as what other demons did to end up in Hell.

Maybe then she'd be more accepting of these feelings she had been developing for Alastor. Would she even have the courage to confess or act on them? Would he accept her or just kill her? With the latter being more probable it was better that Allison wasn't much for being brave with her feelings.

"I wonder, even if it is for a 'redemption hotel'-" [air quotes added] "are there going to be any important faces attending?" Devon asked. Allison shrunk back in worry. She couldn't lie but nothing good could come from telling the young male cyclops about Alastor sponsering the hotel. Then again she knew herself well enough that she wouldn't be able to hide anything from Devon. He was very persuasive when he wanted answers and Allison was too terrible of a liar to lead the guy astray. "W-well the s-sponser is an o-overlord." Devon smiled. "Who?" He asked excitedly. The doe fidgeted before answering somehow in someway she knew she'd regret this. "Th-the R-Radio D-Demon-" *squeeeeeeal* the one-eyed man sounded in glee causing Allison to jump with a start. "No way! Oh you've been holding out on my dear! Were you trying to keep him all to yourself?" He teased. Allison blushed and frantically shook her head in denial. "N-no! Of course not! I..." before she could plead her case even further the cyclops boy plastered himself to the woman's side. "Oh don't be so shy hon! Who wouldn't fall for someone that devilishly handsome?" He said gesturing toward one of the warning posters about Alastor which was plastered on his fanboy shrine. The picture of the man wasn't at all as appealing as how she's seen him. It made him look like a monsterous beast. And with that comment about him being 'devilishly handsome' it made her stare with wide eyes and furrowed brows in discomfort.

"If you want I can put in a good word for you- that is...if you can get me an invite to the party of course." He bribed. Allison scowled slightly. "I-I know what you're really asking for Devon a-and the princess is inviting anyone who wishes to come I don't need to get you an invitation." She said almost discouraged. The florist pulled away and clapped his perfectly manicured hands together. "Perfect! I'll be there, in fact I'll even help you all finish your preparations!" He offered. Allison tensed before having a pot of roses shoved into her arms then she found herself being pushed out the door by an eager Devon, her new flowers manifesting alongside her as soon as they were outside. "I'll call you tonight to let you know what time I'm available! Ta-Ta!" He yelled out before slamming the door shut leaving the confused doe outside and alone.

Devon always knew how to mess with Allison. Reverse psychology and confusing turnabouts, along with just plain tricking her and word feeding knew no bounds when he saw an opportunity to get something out of her work as a coordinator, such as getting invited to regal parties where the selection of wealthy sexy men was endless. Even so he was real sweet on the blue lady. He couldn't help but be greatful when she came to him for flowers or arrangement advise or both. He adored Allison not just because she looked like his idol but merely just for being Allison. He considered her his best customer and a dear friend as she would sometimes come over to help him with the hellish plants in his redhouse if he were in need of an extra hand or if some of the more carnivorous fauna got a little hard to deal with. They had a symbiotic and friendly association that was good for both their bussinesses and this lustlorne cycle was cutting in on a lot of business for poor Devon but it also left him a bit frisky for whatever deep pockets he could sleep his way into much to Allison's chagrin.

Wonderful she now had an extra helper for her project but she also had another person to worry about. She adored her friends but they could be very problematic. She had more than enough of Briskette's antics but at least she listened to her. Devon was a whole different ballgame. He'd let his tenacity lead him off to where ever his 'head' lead him. Combined with Angel Dust the night might just turn into another orgy. Allison put a curled hand to her lip in fear at the thought. The last time she would've lost control of herself and killed everyone had she not fought the urge and dealt with it herself. She feared what might happen with two of the horniest demons she knew being present at the celebration and with someone as hectic as Alastor likely to cause issues it could be worse than anything she could ever hope to imagine. She then sighed and turned to walk off before defeatedly snapping her finger to make the flowers disappear into pocket space as she continued down the sidewalk. Suddenly she heard the crackling of static on her staff. She hesitated before bringing it out as she continued walking, and cautiously turned up the sound.

What she heard was the rest of Alastor's broadcast in all its viceral glory. It was so terrible but she couldn't make herself turn it off she just listened to the whole thing in disgust and awe as Alastor concluded the demon's torture with obvious glee and viciousness.

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This was just what Alastor needed a good kill, something to take his mind off of those pesky feelings of his. Though he enjoyed Allison's company he had to focus on his goal at hand destroying the celebration. In order for him to keep his eye on the target he needed to refuel his, sinister voodoo killer vibes as much as possible. He relished in the muffled screams of the foolish delinquent as he wriggled and writhed like a magget as though if he were to escape the tentacles that held him he'd survive by some miracle.

It was about time to end the slaughter as fun as it may have been. Alastor had gotten more than enough of his mojo back that he no longer needed to keep the fool alive. "Well this brodcast has reached its conclusion folks, sadly I'll be leaving you all and this poor chap for the evening! A shame he'll only be 'half' the demon he use to be!" He said before using the tentacles to snap the guy in half like a twig. "That about does it for today my friends! I hope you all enjoyed and do remember you're never fully dress without a smile-- and stay tuned." He said darkly before ending the feed and turning off his microphone.

He then turned toward his live audience member still sitting a good distance away from the uper half of her attacker as she stared in shock and horror at what had just happened. The deer bowed then said in a polite gesture. "I believe it's time I take my leave. Do take care now dear miss!" He summoned his tentacles to retrieve the broken demon's pieces before passing the stone silent demoness who was quaking and unknowingly holding her breath as the man walked by calmly humming to himself. It felt like forever to the girl until he was far enough away from her so she could run away. The sound of his heels against the pavement echoed loudly and ominously, the static emanating from his aura was overwhelming like a small but effective flicker of his immense power was peeking through just enough for her to feel it.

Alastor paid the fearful woman no heed as he continued on his way. Once he was far enough away that she deemed it safe to flee the girl bolted causing the deer's ear tuft to flicker toward the sound of her getting up and running off. She wouldn't make it very far though, as Alastor snapped a finger causing a tentacle to emerge and grab the cowardly woman. She screamed out desperately not wanting to end up another victim of the Radio Demon but her attempts to escape were in vain as the demon stopped his stride and brought the girl close to himself stopping her directly behind him. He turned his head a full 180 degrees and smiled with a wide-eyed expression.

"I nearly forgot something!" He said before turning his body to face the woman. He then shot a clawed hand through her chest drawing a pained wail from the demoness as he dug his way through the bloody cavity humming casually as he turned his head a bit looking around thoughtfully as though he were feeling around for something in particular. The girl was slowly succumbing to shock as the pain resonated throughout her body as well as the sensation of sharp talons digging through her chest like several razors were mining for gold in her ribcage.

Finally Alastor had found what he was looking for. He then grabbed the organ into his boney fingers then pulled it out violantly causing blood and viscera to splurt out as he pulled his hand out. He exited the wound holding the demoness' still beating heart in his clutches as it weakly pumped out blood with every throb.

The demoness' eyes clouded over with her merciful death before her body went limp and slumped in the black tendril that held her finally dead carcass. The tendril then descended back into the firey portal it came from with the body still wrapped in its iron grip before the hole closed back up leaving Alastor completely alone now.

"Ah! I think this one will do quite nicely." He said. He then made the organ disappear into flames then continued on his way from the scene of his terrifying crime.

As he continued on he passed by various people participating in debaucherous acts much like his victim only most of their actions seemed to be consensual. Whether or not that was the case for any them it made him deeply uncomfortable but he dared not show it. To display discomfort would be showing weakness in his mind and that was not a thought he wished to entertain. The deer just continued on looking forward with his head high as he never let his smile fade to the many unsavory sounds of amorous screaming, animalistic grunting and sensual moaning that filled the streets and constantly assulted his ears. There were some demons who had enough sense to stop screwing long enough to get out of his way while others were too "busy" to react or notice him at all- what fools.

Was this affliction really so potent that it reduced these already brain dead hooligans to basic instinct? The demon was only partially annoyed by these reactions or lack there of so long as no one tried anything with him it was fine. After all he had already gotten what he needed from his ventrure, there was no reason to kill anyone any further unless he needed to.

Out of mere curiosity he looked at his wrist watch to check the time. Turned out he had only been out for two hours. "Hmm...interesting." he said to himself. He expected it to be later but it wasn't even close to dinner time yet. What would he do in the meantime now that his broadcast was over and after blocking out the noise he found himself becoming quite bored. That was no good. He needed a away to combat this dullness it didn't suit his mood and besides it'd be a while before he got back to the hotel.

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Meanwhile Allison was left with chills after Alastor's broadcast. It was quite brutal and she felt bad for even listening in on it. She turned off her staff abruptly as Alastor said "Stay tuned". She trembled in disturbance as she looked down to the ground then toward her device. Her staff was so much like his only different in color and bearing a sad eye. Why were they so alike yet so different? Was it some joke done by Lucifer? It must've been for them to have such similar powers. Allison could never see herself hurting anyone on purpose not for fun at least. She's always been humble and meek and that's the way she liked it. However there were times where she felt like it made her weak as a demoness. Even if there was a chance of her excepting her feelings for Alastor what good would she be to him if she couldn't use her full power?

Sadly she made her staff disappear unclenching it as it dissipated into smoke. She walked on in silence with tears of sorrow running down her face as she felt sorry for herself. She didn't even notice the dark grinning figures that began surrounding her.

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Alastor decided the sexualized atmosphere was becoming a tad more than he was originally willing to put up with. So he took a shortcut through some dark alleys to get back to the hotel faster. It was about as disgusting as every place else maybe worse but it was nothing a little shadowshifting couldn't help with. After making it out of the last alley he fixed himself up before walking on in his normal form but was stopped by the sound of a familiar whimpering.

He wouldn't have bothered to care if it wasn't for the pleading voice that came with the whimper. "P-please l-let me g-go..." the deer silently sent his shadow to go scout the scene through its eyes he saw four to five thuggish demons surrounding a timid helpless Allison. What was she doing out here? Wasn't she suppose to be decorating at the hotel? All of these questions ceased when one of the brutes reached a claw out to the demoness's face and grabbed her chin painfully. "Don't be scared little lady. My buddies and I're just looking for a good time." Allison trembled staring with wide frozen eyes at the demon. He was large and burly wearing a wife-beater and jeans while his crew of horny followers looked somewhat similar. They were all repulsive as though they all crawled out from the sewers and they probably did. They were a mix of sinners and imps all looking upon the doe like wolves eyeing prey. Alastor may try not to care about the demoness but somehow seeing her in such a situation didn't spark any form of malicious glee similar to that of his latest victims. Instead he had nearly frozen almost as still as the doe. He normally enjoyed her submissive shrunken form as she coward before him. Seeing that fear in her eyes of someone else caused a sense of urgency in Alastor that he had never felt before since...

The ring leader brought the other hand to the blue woman's chest causing her to squeak and instinctively scratch the hand away. The demon grunted in annoyance at the slash on his hand before angrily grabbing the doe by her throat and squeezed it as he held her down. Allison struggled and scratched at the guy as hard as she could but it was no use he wouldn't budge. As the others moved in on her helpless form she could feel it that darkness building up in her, the forbidden feeling she tries so hard to suppress was now surfacing from the sensation of being strangled.

Suddenly monsterous tendrils and shadows busted up from the ground and pulled the demon ruffians into eldrich fire drawing out their screams of agony all except for the leader. He was pulled away from the doe and held by a tentacle around his throat, forced to turn and look at the red demon who at the moment looked like a monsterous dark creature of myth like in his posters. He was livid for some reason angered by their foolish actions but why?

The windego spoke not a single word he just smiled down at the cowering fool looming over him ominously waiting for him to plead for his life. The two males stared into each other's visages one silently praying to anyone to save him and the other about to loose control of himself ready to completely eviscerate, maim, kill anything to ensure this stain on Hell's streets was no longer recognizable.

He was so close to it too until suddelny a tendril shot through the demon scum however it confused the deadly male because it wasn't one of his it was a dark bluish color and it dripped profusely. The contents seeped into the demon's bloody body causing him to essentially cough it up like he was suddenly choking on it.

The tentacle around the demon's neck was released reflexively as the foreign one became multiple tentacles and began impaling the bastard left and right in every part of his anatomy. The guy felt like everything was being set ablaze with hellfire. Not a single inch of skin was left unpenetrated. He almost thought the Radio Demon was responsible until he barely noticed the red male standing primly to the side in his more docile form watching something in awe and shock before his left eye was penetrated. For fuck's sake! The guy's face even lacked a smile as it fell agape while his wide deer eyes stared off blankly.

The demon struggled but somehow managed to turn his head. He had to see what was doing this to him-- he just had to. He manged to get a glimpse of what--no...who it was. That bitch! That little doe had turned into some kind of monster. She was a little thinner, her eyes were still sad-looking but the irises were radio dials. She had a wide sharp smile with glowing bright yellow teeth and an expression that looked like she was getting off on the guy's pain. She was hovering in the air halfway off the ground making a welcoming gesture with her arms splayed out to each side of herself letting the dark vibes flow through her body making her sigh in dark hunger.

This scared the guy so bad he actually pissed himself. "W-what th-the f-fuck is she-..." *uhrk!* *splurt* His final words were ended with a swift impaling to his skull. Allison threw back her head in ecstasy as her tentacle penetrated the demon's rectum violently and came out through his mouth causing blood and inky dark blue liquid to seep out the various wounds throughout his body. Alastor was amazed by the carnage. It was impossible to look away from how percise and vicious it was as though the small timid little doe had become a completely different demoness in just a matter of seconds. Seeing the fear in the demon's one remaining eye as he looked upon his killer was priceless, his reaction was perfect. It filled the deer with excitement watching Allison's rampage on the brute.

Every tentacle then dispersed tearing the demon apart quite literally. Pieces of the asshole rained down from nearly every angle like a gory shower. Alastor didn't even try to avoid the downpour of viscera as it fell down all around him. Allison gave a final sigh feeling the high of her carnage crashing and simmering down. She breathed slowly and deeply whispering constantly under her breath. Alastor didn't even realize he was walking toward her. She was powering down transforming back to her normal form. Once she was normal again Allison slowly began sobbing softly still mumbling the same mantra she had been whispering since she had slain that animal. "I-I I-I'm...I-I'm sorry...I'm s-sorry..." she said repeatedly as her feet touched the ground then her hands and knees. Soon she was kneeling on the ground cry not because she was actually sorry for killing a rapist but because Alastor saw her do it. She always kept herself in check when it came to her powers. She never allowed herself to become lost to her urge to maim. It came with her damnation and like her affinity for pain she always kept it surpressed so as to not hinder her job as a coordinator. Alastor witnessing everything could lead to the end of hers, Charlie's and Vagatha's hard work on the celebration. What if he went and told everyone? What if he got her riled on purpose like he tried to before with the cake creature.

Now that he's seen what she would become would he do it again and possibly succeed? Or worse, his pride might kick in and he'd kill her just for harbouring even a fraction of his power. Allison kept her head down unwilling to face the demon afraid to look up into those piercing red eyes out of fear for what she'd find in them.

His footsteps echoed loudly in the silent air of the alley. He was getting closer every second which made Allison more and more scared. She imagined how he'd do it only this time she wouldn't be getting aroused. She thought about what Briskette would say or do. She was probably the only soul in hell that cared for her. The others might pity her death but they wouldn't care as much and what's worse is that she would perish without bringing any of her goals to reality. She'd die as she lived...a failure.

Alastor's footsteps stopped when his presence was sensed right in front of the trembling doe. His wide grin bared sharp yellow teeth and seemingly menacing intent. Allison screwed her eyes shut as she felt the head of the demon's staff against her chin gently pushing it up so that he could see her tear soaked face.

When the blow didn't come she opened her eyes one by one in confused horror as the deer smiled down at her bent at the waist to her fallen level tauntingly keeping her face parallel to his as he uttered a single word which left the demoness even more baffled. "Lovely." He purred while staring at the doe with a dreamy expression.

To Be Continued...

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Anjie-Kun Out!