When Else Will I Get A Chance Like This? (Hazbin Hotel AFAB Soul Swap SMUTFIC) Chapter Four: Why The Fuck Not
Trigger warnings: Smut, Smutty Smut, No Plot in these Pornflakes, Asexual spectrum from the wrong perspectives, body swap, gender swap, soul swap, sex as a means to an end, mild violence/gore, mildly fluffy ending, debatably bottom non-sex repulsed Alastor, very confusing use of pronouns and gendering simply due to the situation
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You broke the silence, grinning down at the irritated face.
“So, is his highness coming to help us?”
“Only on threat of me destroying his precious daughter’s hotel if he doesn’t. And by me, i obviously mean when i get my body back. This useless thing can barely even look after itself.”
“Oh, we’re back to being grumpy now? Whatever happened to post-orgasm bliss?”
“That went away very quickly, along with both my dignity and reputation. Thank you for destroying all three in one fell swoop. We could have just barred the door, you know.”
“We needed help, and the Princess was right there. You were taking too long to get yourself together. Besides, since you screamed half the hotel down, it wasn’t exactly going to remain a secret for long anyway.”
The blush on your own face amused you, likely a mix of embarrassment and flashbacks. The subtle pressing of thighs only encouraged that notion. “I didn’t realize i was. Please accept this was not any of my choice, and i hardly had any means of controlling it at the time-”
“Yeah yeah, i know. First orgasm as a woman, i get it, it’s good shit, especially since i know exactly what’ll do it for you right now. You know your body enjoyed it too, right? I was drooling like Pavlov’s dogs back there. ‘Pathetic’, as you would say.”
He snarled, avoiding your gaze. “I saw. It was quite the shock to see such a reaction from my own body. I deeply appreciate you using the coat to cover it.”
“You’re welcome. Figured they didn’t need to see that.”
“Hmmph.”
The two of you relaxed a little against the door, a peaceful silence washing over the moment. You heard him rest back, and from the corner of your eye, you saw the tiny smirk in the corner of your own lips.
“Oh, having a little moment to yourself there, Al? I dare say you almost look like you could go again.”
He snapped upright, stubborn in his expression, striding away from the door to gain some distance. “Not a chance, we only have a few short hours before rescue. We can hold out until then, at which point you can terrorize your body in peace.”
“Terrorize? You didn’t exactly look afraid once you started relaxing. You hardly even look nervous now, just pissed off.”
“Your own body’s fear only seemed to heighten the anticipation. It helped immensely that i knew my own body, and knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt yourself. It was quite the fascinating dynamic. I suppose, for your sake, i hope you manage to overcome your issues. That orgasm was quite the... intense experience. I certainly imagine you’ll want to do that again, in your own time, of course.”
You shrugged, sitting heavily on the mattress, staring into nothing at all. “I mean, i do that by myself, no problems. I just don’t really trust anyone else with the job, if you get me? That's probably the nicest way i can put it. Either way, I'm fine, clearly as are you. I had to near enough bury my face in my own pussy to get you hard. You’re not exactly fighting off boners left and right.”
He cringed, his quiet ‘eugh’ making you chuckle.
“You are far less than poetic, my dear. Your manners leave something to be desired.”
You smirked, raising a brow. “And you think you can teach me some?”
You watched as he clenched again, thighs pressing tight, the scowl on his face evidence of your own body’s betrayal. He refused to answer, forcing himself to pace back towards the Bayou.
“Oh come on Al, don’t start the pacing thing again. You KNOW that doesn’t work. Look, I'll stop making suggestive comments, and you stop looking at yourself like it’s a piece of meat. You’ll be fine.”
He crossed over to the desk, leaning back against it, curling the short claws around the edge. “The sooner this is over, the better. I’m well and truly sick of this ache. Give me my body back, wench.”
“Hah! Wench? You old-timer. I want to swap back too, you know. I hate the dingleberries you got going on. It’s all... in the way. I’m afraid to sit down too hard.”
He snorted, the smirk on his lips giving away his amusement as he glanced down to his own groin. “You get used to it. It the temperature differences that are the worst. Hot baths, cold lakes, even a hot dish on your lap can make you wince.”
You imagined the sensations, entirely curious, especially as this would be the one and only time you’d get to try any of it out.
“I can see you thinking. DON’T.”
You bit your tongue, holding back a laugh. “I wasn’t going to DO anything, it’s just a passing thought. You know, I've never had a penis before? You have any idea how curious i am? People go out of their way to put it in anything that could be considered a hole, and all i have right now is tight ass trousers. Forgive me for being fascinated.”
He shook his head. “You’re incorrigible. I’m exceptionally glad my own body is not as weak to lust as yours is, otherwise i imagine you’d be running across half the Pentagram trying to put it inside anything with, or even arguably without, a pulse.”
“Not as weak, no. Can still get hard though.” You grinned, feral and entertained, only growing more amused as he turned away with a quick jump up.
You walked silently closer, making him jump when he turned back enough to notice you. Feeling brave, you stepped towards him, making him instinctively back up to the desk, grabbing on tightly to the edge. You rested your hands either side of him, pressing your lips to meet in a hungry kiss. Not even a fraction of hesitation met you, giving in to the lust as though the fuse was far shorter this time. Your body jolted as his hands met your abdomen, a confusing sense of touch-aversion making you want to force his arms back. Still the hands persisted, stroking up your shirt, running over the buttons. You tried to push through the discomfort, losing the battle as your body cringed away from the fingers stroking back down towards your belt. You snatched the exploring hands, clutching them tight, nipping at the lower lip in warning. You only received a needy whine in response, the body betraying the need exactly as you knew he’d be suffering by now.
With a small smile toying in the corner of your lips, an idea came to mind. Just the thought of it made that fascinating pooling of heat and pressure build in your groin.
In one swift yank, you pulled the top your body wore from him, rolling it into a makeshift blindfold and wrapping it around his eyes. He objected briefly until you kissed him again, claiming both his lips and attention in one demanding motion. He gave in quickly enough, the hands immediately clutching at your shoulders. Feeling the flinch of avoidance, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them in front of him with one hand, pulling the bow tie loose with the other. You neatly tied your own wrists together, pleased with the increasing swell in your trousers at the premise of him being unable to touch you without your express consent.
His panting grew shallower as you pulled the restraints tight, driven by the overwhelming urge to obey the body’s flood of lust. You dragged the waistband of the jeans down, not bothered when he rested his elbows on your shoulder for balance; you took this as a win, figuring out where this body’s boundaries lay. Sneaking up for a quick kiss, you stroked down to feel the slick-soaked underwear, now hot with fresh excitement. The Radio Demon’s body stiffened in anticipation, a needy sigh leaving you as your growing erection pressed against the soft body in front of you.
He snatched in a breath, tilting his head back, lips curling. “Well, this is- ah, so fucking strange. As if I'm hard for myself.”
“Yeah, well, I'm sure enough people have told you to go fuck yourself that one day you’d eventually do it. Now, since your body is more than a little up to the task, how are you feeling?”
He grinned, tongue poking out of the corner of your own mouth, a reflection of your own temptation.
“I suppose if it’ll keep you from putting my appendages anywhere else, i shall have to suffice with allowing you to use your own body.”
“My thoughts exactly. Now, open my thighs for me, Radio Demon.”
He chuckled, awkwardly parting his legs by stepping his left foot to the side, a small sway in his movements as his body protested with need. Feeling no doubt in the strength of this body, you tucked your fingers either side of your own panties and tore them apart with a sharp rip. His hips bucked, hands nearly hitting your face as he fell forward, tensing with weak knees at the arousal. You pushed your own body back against the desk, hardening further at the sweet whimper on your own lips.
Scooping your body up by the thighs, you lifted the demon onto the desk, barely high enough to line up with. You leant forward, allowing him to wrap his arms around your neck for stability, still bound by the bowtie on his wrists. With hot breaths against his neck, you pressed the blades of his teeth to the skin, drinking in the change in his pants as he tried to angle towards your groin. You rolled your tongue from your lips, forcing it deep into your own mouth, feeling the vibration of his moan around your tongue. You explored his mouth, tasting and savouring every gasp, clutching your hands at the flesh of your own thighs. He responded beautifully, an involuntary parting of thighs begging you for entry.
You felt the strain of your cock, clumsily fumbling with unfamiliar belt buckles and buttons. He groaned in frustration, pressing lips to your neck, making you almost freeze. You angled to capture him in a kiss again, preventing his exploration, half-focused on undoing the slacks while you kept his needy mouth busy. Finally free of restraint, the slacks and pants slid down easily. You kicked them off without another thought, chuckling at the spring of your freed cock bouncing towards your abdomen.
“What... what’s so fucking... funny...”
“I have no idea how to aim this thing. Do i need to... point it?”
He burst out laughing, head rolling against your shoulder. “I don’t- ah fuck, i don’t even care. Just fuck me, wench.”
“Poetry. Good thing this body isn’t attracted to eloquence.”
“I don’t- AH!”
You guided the cock to stroke at your own slit, using one hand to balance him on the edge of the desk, exposed to your hips. You felt a sting of sensation at the wide head of your cock, biting your tongue to cope with the intensity. Despite how much you wanted to tease the needy demon below, everything in your being craved to sink into the soft flesh just an inch away from where you stroked. Now, you suddenly understood why foreplay was often a forgotten art when it came to the male species.
Thankfully, the feminine body in front of you was already plenty riled up and had already come once, so you forgave your lack of patience as you lined yourself up and pressed the tip into the entrance with a silent pop.
The demon gasped, arms tightening around you, clutching you closer, whining for more. You controlled your own breathing, restraining from crying out as the heavenly sensation of being squeezed and massaged by tight rings of muscle overcame every inch that slowly sank into your own body. He shuddered, clenching tight, thighs parting with a violent shake as he begged you to go deeper through body language alone. You obliged, digging your claws into the meat of his thigh as you tried to reach every inch in, only to meet the resistance of your own body preventing you from bottoming out. He whined in pleasure, using ankles against the back of your legs to hold you to him, adjusting to the stretch of your cock.
You dragged your tongue up his neck, revelling in the pulse chasing through your groin, twitching as he squeezed around you. His mouth sought yours, sucking greedily on your tongue, bucking his hips to gain friction.
Steeling yourself for the sensation, you withdrew, inch by precious inch, feeling an immense flood of heat and need throbbing in the shaft. You stuttered into the kiss, almost afraid to thrust forward, uncertain of how your own body would feel about it.
He sensed your hesitation, yanking you forward with your own arms, tugging you to lean over him on the desk. “PLEASE, just- don't STOP!”
Swallowing pooling saliva, you braced yourself with one knee further forward, crouching slightly to meet the perfect angle to slam into him.
He cried out, mercilessly driven by pleasure, your own body breaking every resolve he had. He tilted his hips up to meet you, ankles wrapped around your back, his body a mess of desperation and urgency that the Radio Demon’s own body was more than compliant to chase. You thrust forward, gentle at first, though quickly lost yourself in the pitch of his whines as the pressure built within him, like a coil tightening ready to snap. Your own body stretched around your cock as you buried deeper, the angle of your thrusts making obscene slapping noises of skin on skin, the delicious scent of sex filling the room. You crouched a little lower, tilting your hips up, stroking the front walls with malicious intent. It immediately affected him, the sweet spot sending sparks up his spine, the shaking of his thighs becoming violent with the pounding rhythm. You chased his pleasure, hungry for the sight of him falling apart under you, a heat like wildfire ready to detonate at your groin.
You hitched your leg up on the desk, pinning his torso down, using the friction to drive your crotch up against his clit.
He went alarmingly still, alarmingly silent. You froze, terrified you’d hurt him, not a single thought of worry about your own body. You quickly snapped your head up to look at his face, the fiercely gritted teeth looking nothing short of pained.
Panic fluttered in your chest. “Are you okay? AL, please, what’s going on?!”
In strangled gasps through gritted teeth, he choked out; “DON’T. FUCKING. STOP. I’m gonna- I'm- i- FUCK!”
Relief flooded through you, a laugh escaping your lips as you realized how close he was. You snapped your hips forward, basing out and slamming with each thrust, tilting your hips for that final drag against his clit each time. You quickly moved your hand to pin over his mouth, sensing the volume was about to be an issue.
He tightened, clenching around you so tight it nearly broke you first.
Thankfully, by the mercy of your own body, he came. HARD.
Muffled screams vibrated against your claws. Rolling waves of gushing heat soaked around you, spasming in time with your own body’s pulse, rocking in the delicious aftershocks of pleasure. The fluttering muscle was your undoing, throbbing and jolting as thick streams of cum poured from your cock. You flinched against him as his tightening pussy pushed you beyond your limits, over-sensitized and tingling from fresh release.
You held yourself still against him, still buried inside, feeling the hot trickle of cum drip down between you. He gradually came down from the high, shuddering breaths and low moans sounding more like a standing ovation by the minute. You kissed under your own ear, enjoying the brief clench despite the sensitivity, feeling victorious in getting yourself off so well.
A loud crackling noise and blinding gold light burst into the room, followed by a “OH FUCK, SORRY!”
You jumped back, yanking the hem of your shirt down to cover your nether regions, weakly using your body to hide the still-dazed demon behind you.
Realizing he was about to flee, you shouted out, “WAIT! We still need you! Don’t go, please!”
The king, half in the portal, glanced down at your semi-naked body, decency barely covered by the stretched-out shirt.
“I- I thought there was some sort of a... uh... body swap issue? Has that... resolved?”
Shyness that belonged to your mind, and a little of embarrassment in the Radio Demon’s body, made you cringe as you answered. “Yeah... that’s still a problem... please help us.”
His eyes widened in surprise, a full few seconds of appraisal passed before he stepped out of the portal, doubling over with laughter as he disappeared the glowing light. You quickly bent down, scrambling into the slacks, handing Al the jeans from the floor. He loosely laid them over his crotch like a useless blanket, hardly able to concentrate enough to move.
You rolled your eyes, less than amused at both the dazed Radio Demon and the guffawing King.
“You- you didn’t. You DIDN’T. That’s- ah, oh fuck, I'm never letting you live this down, bellhop. Right. Look, I'm gonna give you five minutes to get yourselves dressed properly. I’ll be right back.”
“Wait, you can’t go, we need help now! Please?”
“As funny as this is, I'm not standing there while he, or she, whatever you guys each identify as right now, recover. I need concentration from the both of you. I’m getting a drink, and possibly some bleach for my eyes. Ciao.”
Your stomach flipped as he left the room, still chuckling under his breath. Behind you, Al groaned, muttering about the king in less than kind descriptors.
You rubbed the sweat from your brow, now acutely aware of the stickiness in your unclean trousers. Even though it wasn’t your body to fret over, you still itched for a good shower.
He stumbled to his feet, complaints becoming more audible. “Eugh, oh fuck, it’s dripping- how the fuck do... ew.”
His statement made you chuckle, trying to avoid turning around to watch him embarrass himself further.
“When we’re all sorted, we can have showers in our own bodies, don’t worry. I’m not touching your dangalang any more than necessary.”
He scowled up at you, doing the jeans up with fumbling fingers. “It’ll be the best shower of my afterlife, i have no doubts. Has it satisfied your curiosities, dear?”
With a smirk, you nodded enthusiastically. “Oh fuck yes. That was more than fun. You really are hot, by the way. If you ever felt so inclined, I'd be more than happy to be on the receiving end.”
He slowed mid-adjustment of his clothes, staring loosely into space.
“I... I guess I'll have to see how i feel on the matter, once i have my faculties back. I can’t particularly deny that my body is capable of such desires, now you have proven it. Though i honestly can’t attest to whether i would crave such a thing.”
“I know, and that kinda works for me. It means i would be in control to initiate, and wouldn’t ever feel pressured. If anything, it’s kind of perfect. And if not? Fuck it, at least we can have a good laugh about it.”
“Yes, seemingly so, as i have no doubts whatsoever that the entire hotel is now hearing of it. We may as well see the funny side.”
You cringed, automatically glancing back at the bedroom door. “Yeah, he didn’t even hesitate, did he? We’re toast.”
“Most certainly. Now, do you mind if i help you dress yourself properly so i may return to my normal self when we switch?”
“I mean, you can, but just remember you’re gonna need a shower immediately after. Oh hey, how did you get that bow tie off your wrists?!”
He grinned up at you, the expression so cheeky on your own face. “It was hardly even tied at all. Alongside manners, it seems i have a few other things to teach you.”
Your brows reached your hairline, tongue poking out through your teeth as you tutted at the indecency.
A short minute later, multiple footsteps trotted through the corridor, with an excited rap at the door. You and Al met eyes with a small groan, with him calling out, “come in.”
Eyes alight with humour, the King of Hell swanned in, with the Princess and the spider demon closely in tow.
You tilted your head, curling your lip. “Did this really need so much of an audience?”
The King’s grin widened. “These are just my glamorous assistants. Someone needs to hold you both in place so your souls land in the right body. Now, who wants to hold down which deviant?”
The spider demon grinned lecherously, immediately trotting over to you. Your body tensed at the same time as your mind responded, a vicious growl tearing from your chest. He paused, hands up, still grinning. “Hey, calm down toots, I'm only picking you since I'm sure you don’t want me holding you down when you wake up. At least Al can deal with my pretty face standing over him.”
Al, in your body, growled too, though more in irritation. “Come now, Angel. A modicum of respect please. This is a challenging situation.”
The king laughed, raising a brow. “Yeah, very challenging. You two looked like you were having a very hard time just now.”
You felt anger flash with the humiliation, though could almost feel the embarrassed cringe in your own body from across the room. Al approached, trying to downplay the jokes, arms hanging by his side in defeat. “Where do you need us?”
The Princess circled round to stay by Al, offering him a reassuring smile. “Dad’s going to need you to stay still, so probably best if you’re lying down. Is, uh, the floor okay? Or the, uh... bed...”
Al rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh please, it’s not an issue. Whatever is easiest for his majesty so he doesn’t fuck the whole thing up, i shall accommodate gladly.”
The King snorted. “Oh yeah, that’s definitely him in there. Alright prick, lay down, let’s get you swapped back.”
You waited until Al was laid down on his back, cringing with the sore thighs, biting back whatever complaints he clearly wished to express. You bit back your own amusement, well aware you were about to feel the very same soreness from a first-person perspective.
“Your turn. I want you side-by-side, ideally with your chests lined up. Damn, you’re a lot shorter than him-”
“With all due respect, which is none, i implore you to shut up and proceed without comment.”
“Alright alright, keep your knickers on bellhop. If you’re even wearing any. Right, ahem, a little lower down, there you go... right, you’re just about in place. I don’t know how you want to do this, but Angel, you need to pin down Alastor’s torso, and Charlie, you need to get hers. Maybe use one leg on their stomach while you pin down the arms? They need to stay still.”
Despite your body’s lack of reaction, your mind screamed at you in fear. Absent of any racing pulse or tight chest, the panic in your consciousness rang out louder than an alarm. The image of the ex-lover pinning you to the floor before your souls were switched seemed burned into your eyelids; you pinned them open, holding your breath to steady your spiralling thoughts.
Al caught your expression, giving you a nudge with his elbow to yours. You glanced over, seeing your own expression of concern, only a flicker of fear in the tightness of your own eyes. He pressed his forearm against yours, grounding you a little bit. You swallowed automatically, despite the lack of a lump in your throat, purely driven by the panic in your mind. Your hands shook slightly, your fear beginning to win over the control of his body. While the two demons got into place pinning the two of your down, Al’s hand found yours, stretching down while you bent your elbow to make the length difference work.
The effect was immediate; a flood of relief filled your mind, the embrace of your own warm hand familiar and comforting in the fingers you knew belonged to him, a strange bond of trust knowing he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, even if just for his own body’s sake.
You closed your eyes, slowing your breathing, forcing yourself to relax into the ritual. Angel pressed his knee into your stomach, wrapping his long fingers around both of your upper arms, securing you in place. You heard the shuffling as Charlie did the same to your body, the two of you now equally at the King’s mercy.
He knelt above the two of you, gently resting splayed fingertips across your foreheads. Focusing on your breathing, you felt a tingling warmth of divine magic seeping into your face, down your neck, swirling in your chest, and eventually sending gentle tendrils down every limb, attaching itself in soft binds around your soul. White overcame your vision, warmth and peace replacing anticipation, every sense otherwise disappearing.
You pulled in a deep breath, feeling a heaviness behind your eyelids before every other sense came crashing down.
The pounding of your pulse in your ears, the ache between your thighs, the burning of sore muscles and sheer panic in your chest; damn, the Radio Demon had hidden this well. You were a mess in here.
Immediately his hand clasped tighter around yours, acutely aware of the feelings devouring you right now. He grounded you with the grip of his fingers knotted in yours, nearly cutting off circulation with the insistent hold. You remained as still as you could, even as the two demons eased off your bodies, releasing you to adjust to your own forms. You felt hyperventilation and heard a ring in your ears, sinking deeper into a panic attack.
You could just about hear concerned voices above you; in a quick motion, you were lifted and yanked into a tight hold, suddenly locked in a tight embrace. You blinked your eyes open, disoriented by the blurring vision that began to ease as the compression helped steady your panic. You felt the complaint of muscles in your core as you tucked deeper into Al’s lap, your head falling against his chest in relief. “It worked?”
He nodded, his chin tickling your hair. “Mercifully so. Are you alright, my dear?”
You swallowed back a thick pooling of saliva, holding back nausea as the ringing in your ears began to ease. “I think so. Thank you.”
He stroked your back gently, reassuring in every movement. “You’re welcome. That’s quite the powerful set of emotions you carry. I’m rather exhilarated and relieved to be back in my own body.”
“No fucking kidding. You can keep that crazy black magic ass thing, i need a nap and like six weeks of therapy after being stuck in there.”
He chuckled, tilting his head up towards the others. You politely tried to keep your head down, well aware they had no idea who you were, but also distinctly aware the King of Hell had seen you far more exposed than you would ever wish to dream of.
“I must say, that was quite an easy procedure. Was all the pinning down quite necessary?”
The King dropped down to sit cross-legged beside the two of you, leaning down to peer into your face. You blushed hard, trying to avoid his gaze by tucking into Al’s chest.
“It should have been, it’s usually quite painful when the bodies are in conflict. Seems the two of you had made quite the powerful bond before switching back. Maybe i need to recommend all my future swaps have a good shag before we start.”
You cringe, groaning into the shirt, feeling his arms tighten around you in almost protective, or possessive, claim. “Now, let’s not make the situation any more uncomfortable than it already is. Are we quite finished? I would like to run a bath.”
Angel giggled, making coy jokes with the Princess as they shuffled out of the room. She caught the door frame, looking over to you as you peeked out from the corner of your eye. “Hey, nice to meet you by the way. I’m Charlie, this is Angel, and that’s my Dad, Lucifer. Do you need your own room? Or....?”
Al shook his head, bemused by the audacity. “Yes dear, she certainly will. I won’t be moving her in on the first day. In fact, I'm not even sure where she came from. I only met her at the castle. Will you need a room here, dear?”
You cautiously raised your head, measuring the enthusiasm of the demons in the room, startled by how genuine the offer seemed. “Well, i guess if the option’s open, yeah please. You have a beautiful hotel by the way, and thanks for helping me. All of you, including you Al. That castle was a fucking Hellhole.”
His eye twitched, recollecting the incident. “Speaking of, we shall need to attend to that matter. How about, in the morning, we all sit down and discuss a plan of action for tearing that awful building apart brick by brick?”
Lucifer nodded, thoughtfully tapping his chin. “Yeah, we can’t let something this powerful keep fucking with people. You said it was feeding on the suffering of their memories?”
“Something like that. It’s a problem for the morning.” The insistence in his tone ended the conversation with a resounding finality. He held you by the waist, gently supporting you to stand, assisting when your unsteady knees nearly gave out. “For now, bathtime.”
You held on to his hip for balance, only realising he still held your hand when the others made little cooing noises as they quietly left and closed the bedroom door behind them.
You glanced up at him, feeling strange given the sudden height difference, and the sensation of looking at him in his own body. “You’re not kicking me out?”
“Absolutely not. I’m intimately familiar with how quickly your brain and body jumps to conclusions, mood swings and irrational desires. I’m not letting you out of my sight until i know you have a steady hold on that unruly mess of hormones.”
“I mean... yeah, you’re not wrong. Bathtime?”
“Bathtime.”
He led you through, an easy chatter filling the time as the bath filled with a subtle aroma of amber and patchouli, the dimmed lights flickering around the comforting scene. His eyes settled on yours, hardly even wandering even as you both undressed, slipping into the bathwater with knowing winces. He didn’t even hesitate before pulling you back to rest against his chest, the rise and fall of each breath a soothing motion in water that felt so perfectly warm it was almost healing. With a practiced flick of his hand, a radio popped into existence on the vanity, flickering into life with a yellow glow as upbeat jazz filled the room. Your conversation eased into peaceful silence, listening to the music, appreciating the unknown tune with a resonating joy as you heard Al’s enthusiastic humming following the song.
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In the breadth of the castle, where the last of the screams had died out long before the sun had set, the Infestor Demon prowled through the corpses, stroking his finger along the blood-smeared walls in bitter glee.
His most prized target had escaped; oh, how he longed to taste the defeat in the Radio Demon’s eyes, had yearned for the dying pleas in gargled screams. He bitterly regretted using that weak little soul to try and torture the real target further, a flaw in his scheme that made him, or at least his body, too unpredictable to contain.
Still, he knew they would return.
A demon like that had too much pride for the cowardice of running from a fight.
