Everything Goes Good With Red | A One Shot Where Velvette Gets In Over Her Head (And Alastor Gets In Under Her Head)
“Before we move on,” The voice on the radio said. “A word of advice from your host. If you find that your home is a bit more empty than you’d like, no matter if your tastes tend toward spartan or decadent, I recommend turning on the radio. Leave it on. Let the music be another accoutrement to your decorating, let it stir up the dust while you’re out. You’d be amazed how music can fill up a space, if you give it a chance.” The Radio Chuckled. Velvette barely paid attention to it. “Of course, if you’re listening to me, then you might already know that. Still, there’s no telling who might be letting me grace their ears for the first time. If you’re one of those lucky few, then I have to give you my hearty thanks, dear listener.”
Not long after joining up with Vox and Valentino, Velvette resolves to prove herself to them. She was going to be playing in the big leagues now and she needed to prove that 'youngest' didn't mean 'weakest' in a way that was undeniable.
Besides after hearing so much shit about The Radio Demon, she was finally curious enough to find out just how tough the old man was.
It's a valuable lesson to learn, that sometimes rumor is true.
A gory, horror-y one-shot that I wrote in a fugue state when the muses possessed me recently. Alastor, after all, is famed for his inventive cruelty.
Read it: Here!
(https://archiveofourown.org/works/81210161)














