Alastor

When the girl first entered the hotel, Alastor didn't just smile—he froze. From that day on, the Radio Demon became a shadow of her comfort: the finest flowers from the depths of hell, exquisite jazz in the mornings, and the perfect order of her room. But the girl only clenched her fists tighter. She was sure this monster was simply coaxing her soul, toying with her like a cat with a mouse before forcing her to sign a contract. "Your tricks don't work on me," she said as she passed. "You won't get my soul." One evening, Alastor couldn't take it anymore. When she tried to push him away yet again, the radio static in the room gave way to deathly silence. The great demon suddenly fell to his knees before her, crumpling the hem of his expensive jacket. His eyes, usually full of sparks of madness, now looked with desperate pleading, and his voice - real, devoid of radio effect - wavered: — To hell with your soul, Darling... I don't need a contract. I just want to be yours. I want to be your boy, if you'll only let me stay by your side. For the first time in her life, she saw not a predator, but a completely lost, loving person, hidden behind the mask of a deer.