Another day in Hell with the usual business. Alastor was strolling towards Cannibal Town; he had an urgent matter to discuss with Rosie. Every sinner knew the Radio Demon and avoided him like the plague. His mere presence was recognizable from afar, and nobody wanted to be his next victim. A slight commotion in an alley near a bar caught his attention, a sweet female mocking laugh traveling through the night air.
“You fuckin’ bitch! Do you even know who you’re messing with?!” one of the sharks was yelling at the top of his lungs in an attempt to intimidate. As stated before, the usual in Hell. Alastor did not have time, nor was he in the mood, to pry further into the commotion. He heard more yelling, and after a while, a thud and running.
He heard the steps coming his way but decided to ignore them unless he had to attack someone. The demon’s shadow was on high alert, as although the footsteps were coming, most of them were heavy, and just one set was barely audible. Conveniently, no one was around, and the chase coming his way was more of an inconvenience than anything else. In the end, Alastor decided to turn around and look at the chased sinner. Yet all he was able to register was a tug at his arm, and off he was dragged away.
The girl that caught him by the arm was a little thing, her red hair tied in a braid flowing freely behind her. The notion to kill passed through the demon's head, but the giggling of the female made him pause this plan. He could fend off attackers if he needed to, but he let it all play out.
“Who is with that bitch?!” a panting shark yelled after the two of them. “Who gives a fuck?! Kill them!” another added. The chase was slowing down, or was it the girl?
The alley she dragged Alastor into was a dead end. Curiosity took its peak.
“Darling, I do think you dragged the wrong person with you into this,” Alastor said with his static voice as both of them looked at the wall in front of them. At this moment, the demon caught the sinister smile on the petite girl's face, who said in a soft voice, “Just play along, and you’ll live to see another day.”
She turned in the direction of the attackers and took a step forward, almost in a theatrical way, exclaiming their doom.
“Oh noooo~ it’s a dead end~” she acted as though she was about to faint, which made Alastor snicker a bit.
“Will someone hel—” she stopped and looked at the group that was following. “Oh no… where is the sheep demon?!” The disappointment in her voice caught the Radio Demon off guard. “Fish, again?!”
“The fuck do you mean sheep?? He's our boss and you disrespected him; you’ll pay with your life for this!” A few shots were fired, but none hit them. Did the thugs have shit aim?
As Alastor slowly turned around, panic started to set in the poor souls that he laid eyes on. But were they afraid of him or the woman whose wings were made of bones and pierced them like a shish kebab?
“The radio…” one of the dying thugs squeezed out of himself as his last words.
“Aw… and I was craving red meat today….” This comment piqued Alastor’s interest. Who was this new fascinating face? Deception, murder, cannibalism, why it was like looking in the mirror. The redhead turned around, and they were for the first time face to face. She had a natural smile plastered on her face, unlike Alastor's, and oh, those beautiful wings that looked like a spider’s web plastered with the fresh prey caught in it. “Sorry for dragging you along with me for this. You were supposed to be my dinner in case only sharks came after me, but I lost my appetite, and you're just skin and bones, not the most appetizing.” Oh, the audacity of this woman! Alastor was supposed to be dinner? Oh hell no, this made him even more intrigued. Did she not know who he was? Or was she just a fool?
“Well, I do not think I would be the best thing to consume, my dear, but I assure you I can take you to an establishment that serves the best sinners.” The demon revealed his card, and what would be the response? Would she fight him, kill him, or entertain him for a bit, and then he’d end her miserable life after he had no more use for her?
“Oh… OH! OOOOOOOOOOH!!” The excitement on her face was radiant, so much so that it made Alastor squint as she shone so brightly.
“Well then—”
“No, thank you.” Alastor stopped mid-bow, astonished at her reply. “I need to discard the meat to the donation bin so that it does not go to waste. Have a good night, sir.”
Sir. SIR?! Alastor’s eye twitched. Maybe this woman was entertaining, but he did not dismiss her, and the disrespect was evident. She did need to learn some manners. The demon traveled in the shadows to reappear in front of the mystery woman.
“As I was supposed to be your supper, I think giving me your name is the least you could do as an apology for this inconvenience.”
“A name is a powerful tool, kind sir. We are in Hell; you do not give your name to souls. But you can call me Lila, and might I know how to address you?” She knew how to play the game, not showing all her cards. He needed to win this round.
“Well, Lila, may I accompany you to the donation bin? You seem like an interesting specimen, and I would love to pick your brain!” What will be her response? This was exciting, a person who was not afraid of Alastor’s presence. She did not even know who he was.
“Well, you may, but I still did not get your name, and you are starting to annoy me… maybe there is still some meat on those bones of yours...” Her eyes got darker, and the bloodlust grew on her face. He did not fight his way to the top to be looked down on by a random woman. It was not in his nature to kill women, but she was starting to move to the kill list. “Oh, stop it!” she suddenly said cheerfully. “Don't look so tense! How could a little girl like me do you harm~” How? How was she able to be intimidating one second and the next as sweet as honey? He did offer the walk, but now he regretted it a bit.
“Alastor. Quite a pleasure, darling.” He extended his hand for a handshake, but as he caught Lila’s hand, he placed a soft kiss on its back. He needed to test the ground, see her reaction, putting her behavior into a pattern. Anger? Disgust?
“Uuuuuu, a gentleman! I’m kind of happy I did not kill you!” She had a cheerful, genuine smile. What?!
What is wrong with her? Skipping, she started to move away from the dead end of the alley, leaving Alastor guessing.
“Are you coming, Alastor? We need to get rid of the meat. The donation box is two blocks from here.”
She turned around again, dumping the bodies into some sort of vortex that disappeared just as fast as it was created. Blood was still dripping from her bony wings. She brought it close to her mouth and licked it. Soon, her face filled with disgust at the taste, and she retracted the appendages back into her body.
Was she intriguing or dangerous? He needed to know what he was up against and if he needed to exterminate her as soon as possible.