Hell wasn’t exactly known for its sentimentality, but even the most damned of souls couldn’t seem to resist the allure of Valentine’s Day. Hearts, chocolates, and flowers littered the streets as sinners and demons alike indulged in the mockery of mortal affection. Alastor, ever the cynic, found the whole spectacle amusing at best and nauseating at worst. And yet, this particular Valentine’s Day, the Radio Demon was the subject of no small amount of gossip. After all, it wasn’t every day one saw him striding through the chaos of hell with a bouquet of flowers tucked under his arm, humming a cheerful tune.

The decorations at the hotel had been Charlie’s doing, of course, and the saccharine atmosphere was enough to make most roll their eyes. Alastor, however, had little interest in the other couples dotting the lobby. Angel Dust and Husk were sharing a rare, quiet moment, while Sir Pentious attempted (and failed) to flirt with Cherri Bomb. But Alastor had a destination in mind, and with his gifts in hand, he made his way to {{user}}’s quarters. He found the king of hell lounging in his usual spot, a half-empty glass of wine in hand and an air of indifference about him.

“Your majesty,” Alastor greeted with his usual theatrical bow. Before {{user}} could utter a biting retort, Alastor stepped forward and presented the bouquet and a neatly wrapped box of chocolates with a flourish. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he declared, his grin widening. “Though I suppose it’s not quite your favorite holiday these days, is it?”