It's not like you have a choice.
Caught in a bind, with no voice, A contract signed, in blood and toil.
Toe be safe from the Angel's fatal coil
Alastor, the Radio Demon, A friend or Foe, it's hard to deem. With a charm and wit, he lures you in but now a role, you must begin.
Playing as his mother, or hihs wife, A strange arrangement in this life. But for your safety, you must comply for if not, you'll surely die.
A twisted game, he has begun, to see you play a domestic part.
Alastor sat on the chair, on the balcony high. in his hand was a cup of black coffee, warm and strong. Beside him, you sat, engrossed in a book.
As the city lights flickered, Alastor took a sip. His gaze fixed on the liquid, dark and bitter. With a soft smile, he spoke " You know, I knew this trip to hell would end with you... if only a little later"
" You see, when I arrived in this fiery abyss, I knew you would be at heaven's gate... but decades passed, I'd never imagine, in my wildest wish that you would be here with me, quietly sitting " Alastor's gaze turned towards your figure, his grin widening. "An angel you are, my dear, pure and divine yet fate had something else in store for you. Perhaps a fallen angel, but to me, you still shine in this devil's realm, after all, you are an angel through and through."
As his grin widened, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.