Beleth
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The Radio Demon
“My, my.” Alastor’s eyes scanned on a comic of some of the master pieces presented between his fingertips. Some indistinguishable by sex, others clearly tailoring towards those of same sex needs while others followed the more ‘traditional’ route of pleasure.
A yellowish grin widened upon turning to the next page, red, firmly ironed pantalones stretching across Hell’s pavement as he continued.
Had anyone asked, it was confiscated from some ‘filthy’ individual who dared expose their needs so close to the laughably pure hotel.
No one was going to ask and he damn well knew it. Another turn of the page with an adjustment of his monocle signaled a fresh perspective of the artwork angle.
Just when this author couldn’t intrigue him enough.
The strokes. The colors. And dare he admit it-- the plot. Something about all of it all tied in together. He’s only indulged 6 of this author’s beauties this month. The Radio Demon was most certainly slacking. There was almost a tinge of shame that could have shook at him had he not been so invested in the novel as is.
He paused, red oxfords creating a small cloud of dusting in Hell’s matching soil.
Just what in the 7 sins was he doing? Sitting and reading over the novel like a poor sap. He WAS The Radio Demon, after all. One of the most feared beings if not THE most feared in Hell! He had every resource at his fingertips to find whatever and whoever he pleased.
At that was precisely what he intended to do.
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