The radio demon's Angel.

Chapter 2: So it begins

Alastor walked down the sidewalk delighted at the horrified faces that didn't dare look him in the eyes. He hummed to himself as he walked into a cafe standing at the door for a moment as his eyes searched the place for that familiar face ignoring the glares and looks he received from demons in the place. He caught sight of her in the booth near the back of the establishment. He took a seat across from her as she sipped her drink calmly,

"Ah hello Alastor!" She said happily as the radio demon sat down. He eyed the short plump women whose dark eyes poured into him. Ah yes, Mimzy one of the very few demons down here he considered a friend and one of the few that didn't fear him.

"Hello dearie, how have you been doing." Alastor asked as he summoned a cup of tea, seemingly out of nowhere. He held the tea in his hand taking a small sip of it as he rested against the back of the booth.

"Why, I've been just lovely Al, how about you?" Mimzy said as she sipped her own drink. He found that nickname humorous, and it was interesting how many attempted to call him that...though only a few lived to be allowed to call him that. He couldn't help but chuckle remembering that humans had briefly called him that as well. Ah yes the human ...

Alastor grinned when the human grasped his hand sharp claws rapping around soft human flesh...as their hands connected a faint green glow emitted from Alastor's body one he was all too familiar with though the human only raised a brow at it. Alastor's smile only grew when the human attempted to pull away from the handshake suddenly. His teeth were clenched together as his brow furrowed, "It shall only hurt for a moment." Alastor said not really in a concerned way, he didn't care if the human got hurt. If they survived the deal making process then he would of course have to protect them but apart from that he could care less if they were harmed or killed.

Alastors hand had only gripped the others tighter so he couldn't escape. The red cursive A that was Alastors emblem was being burned into their flesh which was the reasoning for them attempting to pull away, it always came with Alastor's deals and why he didn't bother to make them with humans. They could never get through the searing pain that suddenly flooded their body as if they were being burned alive...after the human attempted to pull away but realized he couldn't he had stopped. Alastor couldn't help but watch their every movement, every action fascinating him.

The way their eye twitched, their teeth clenching together..the subtle squeeze of their hand around Alastors trying to endure the pain and that look of pure and utter hatred on their oddly feminine features...it was all fascinating to the demon.

The human known as Angel, simply stood there allowing the pain to erupt through his body unable to help but wince as it occurred..with each second that passed the green aura surrounding them only grew and the pain with it. Alastor noticed the human began to sweat, only a small bit. He was impressed honestly, most humans would have passed out from the pain at this point or simply would have died...clearly this one had some pain tolerance.

What felt like hours when in reality was merely a minute had passed, the aura had dispersed and Alastor moved away, taking his hand back. He watched as the human examined their hand now looking at the red A engraved into the flesh of their palm. After looking at for a moment they simply said, "Dammit..I'll have to get a new glove." Ah yes, the process had burned through their black glove...not that Alastor cared. Their words where entertaining to say the least.

Alastor had made his deal and was ready to go back to hell, he could do so at any time by his own hand. Though he assumed now that they made a deal he would tell the human how to summon him again without having the use the circle. Without warning he grabbed the others wrist delighted when they gasped in alarmed, though they seemed annoyed that they had let it slip.