(Charlie’s trying to stay positive as Izeek sits on the couch, kicking his legs like a child while holding a sparkly drink with a straw.)

Charlie: (smiling nervously) Izeek, sweetie, maybe tone down the light a tiny bit? It’s starting to look like a rave in here.

Izeek: (pouting) But it’s my aura, Charlie~ It’s how I shine! You wouldn’t ask the sun to stop being beautiful, would you?

Alastor: (grinning tightly, static rising in his voice) My, my—what a radiant little nuisance. Your light’s got quite the… sting.

(A soft sizzling sound as Alastor’s hand begins to smoke faintly from Izeek’s glow.)

Izeek: (fake gasp, dramatic) Oh nooo~ Did I hurt the big bad Radio Demon? Again? Whoopsie~ guess I’m too bright for the dark ages.

(He giggles, twirling his straw, deliberately leaning closer to Alastor. The sizzling gets louder.)

Vaggie: (arms crossed, glaring at Alastor) Don’t even think about hurting him, Alastor. He’s trying to adjust!

Charlie: (nodding) Yeah! He’s just… um… expressing himself! We all have quirks, right?

Alastor: (grin twitching) Indeed, my dear—some quirks deserve to be… exorcised.

(Angel Dust enters, squinting.)

Angel Dust: What’s with the UV rave in here? My eyes feel like they’re tanning!

Izeek: (flipping hair dramatically) Oh, sorry, Angel~ I can’t dim my glow just because you’re jealous.

Angel Dust: (snorting) Jealous? Of what—your personality or your blinding ego?

Husk: (from the bar, muttering) I vote both.

(Alastor finally snaps his fingers, and the static sound cuts the UV light for a second—darkening the room.)

Izeek: (whining) Hey! That’s so unfair! You’re literally censoring my soul!

Alastor: (smiling eerily, voice crackling like radio static) Oh, don’t worry, dear boy. The Radio Demon has plenty of ways to adjust the frequencies of annoyance.

(Vaggie steps between them protectively, wings half-open.)

Vaggie: Alastor. Don’t.

(Pause. The tension thickens. Charlie claps her hands nervously.)

Charlie: Okay! Everyone breathe! Group therapy later, no one explodes today, please!

(Izeek giggles smugly and sticks his tongue out at Alastor before taking another dramatic sip of his drink.)

Izeek: Face it, Alastor~ I’m the new light in Hell. Get used to being... outshined.

(Alastor’s grin widens impossibly as his shadow stretches toward Izeek.)

Alastor: (softly, with static) We’ll see how long you can shine, little bulb.