|l𓆙l| 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑 |l𐂂l| APPLERADIO/RADIOAPPLE

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TW! mentions of death, hallucinations, medication, and probably OOC Alastor.

Alastor hummed along to the beat of an ending jazz song, tapping his hoof to the fading music as he stirred a big pot of jambalaya.

The radio in the kitchen (courtesy of the radio demon) played the first few notes of an electroswing song, before it started to emit sharp static. Alastor looked up from the pot of jambalaya, his ears pinning back at the loud noise.

The static soon subsided, being replaced with muffled beats and a sad undertone.

'~The evil it spread like a fever ahead,
It was night when you died, my firefly,~'

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Alastor started to sing along to the song, his radio static fading away,

"What could I have said, to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the fourth of July?"

Alastor took a deep breath, closing his eyes, those lyrics brought back memories...

"Well you do enough talk,
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die,"

The image of his mother, lying on the floor, on the brink of death, her hand on his cheek, and his hand over hers, both crying. He took another deep breath, continuing to sing,

"Sitting at the bed with a halo at your head,"

His breath hitched as a shadowy figure of his mother stood next to him, her hands folded in front of her,

"Was it all a disguise, like Junior High,
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction,
Now, where am I?
My fading supply,"

Al tried to keep his voice steady, but he wasn't sure he was doing well. The shadowy wisps that portrayed a familiar figure started to become more opaque, and soon, there she stood, looking the same as when she was alive. She started to sing,

"Did you get enough love,"

She cupped Alastor's cheek,

"my little dove,"

She wiped a tear off the sinner's face,

"Why do you cry?"

She looked down for a moment, seeming ashamed,

"And I'm sorry I left,"

She looked back up at the deer with a soft smile,

"but it was for the best,"

"Though it neva' felt right," Alastor mumbled, staring wide-eyed at her, gradually slipping into his old accent.

"My little Versailles,"

Alastor shook his head and took a few deep breaths, he needed to focus on making everyone dinner, and tears make the food salty. Doesn't make it taste good unless it's human meat. Nevertheless, both he and his mother continued to sing,

"The hospital asked should my/the body be cast,
Before you/I say goodbye, my star in the sky,
Such a funny thought to wrap me/you up in cloth,
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?"

Alastor put shrimp in the jambalaya, some extra shrimp in a specific bowl for a certain winged tuxedo cat sinner, human meat in his portion, and left some out for Niffty to put her bugs in later.