Let The Radio Play《 Alastor x Reader 》

And All That Jazz

The club erupts into applause as Mimzy finishes her latest song. She waits for the crowd to die down, a full house.

"Thank you. Thank you. How about we give a hand to our lovely staff this evening?"

Another round of applause and whistles erupts from the club. Mimzy stretches an arm out, gesturing towards the bar and bobbing her head up and down, nodding along with the crowd.

"We have a special guest with us this evening, a good friend of mine and the overlord of our territory. Everyone, The Radio Demon!"

I'm still sashaying around tables when the atmosphere of the club seems to change instantly. Many of the demons are looking around, uneasy at the news. The resonating sound of their clapping holding no enthusiasm. It feels like the air inside the club went stale, full of fear and animosity that was palpable.

"Good Evening! Mimzy! If I may, would you indulge me for a song request?"

Observing the patrons all looking in one direction, I follow their gazes to a booth near to the entrance doors.

Radio Demon?

I try to look between the tables to see who this overlord is. His voice is cheerful, well articulated with a static effect. He sounds like he's speaking through a radio frequency. The radio demon stands and I can finally get a glimpse of him. He's tall, very tall. Crimson sclera, off red irises, with a gaunt, pale face. A long neck that opened to broad shoulders. His hair was a classic red, straight, about chin length at its longest and getting shorter towards the back with black tips. Two tufts of red popped out of his hair, his ears, though narrower and longer than yours but with similar black tips. Looking at him head on, his hair was more wiry between his ears, jutting out with a red sweep over his forehead and shorter strands that stuck out at the base of his ears. He had black gloves with red circles at the fingertips and knuckles. Pinstriped crimson overcoat, buttoned, a softer red dress shirt with a black cross, maroon dress slacks and a black bowtie.

He didn't look overly threatening, nor did he really resemble much of any animal that you could distinguish. He was smiling but it was off putting, it feels more like he wants to show you how he'll rip you apart with his sharp, yellow teeth than to make you feel his amusement. That being said, he stuck out from the rest of the crowd.

Eccentric..

"What's your pleasure, sweetheart?" Mimzy's voice, heavy on the seductive tone, breaks you out of your stare.

"My, oh my! Would you grace us with a rendition of Sugar, That Baby O Mine?!"

I know this song, and well. It's one of my favorites that the bands would play. A slower, sultry jazz. I can't think of how many times I've danced to this song.

The band starts up, slow and steady. A heady melody setting up the mood and easing the tension in the room. I can feel Mimzy's eyes on me, so I turn to meet her gaze.

The first verse is missed. She's stalling. The band comes back around to lead her in and she shifts on the bar stool.

Back to business. I look away, plastering a smile on my face as I turn back to the demoness beside me. Taking her order, I strut back to the bar and lay down the order. Abandoning it, I go over to the table of the radio demon.

"Evening! Can I interest you all in a beverage?" I ask, one ear flicking ontop of my head. I can feel the radio frequency resonating off of him, the pitch irritating to my ears. Another flick.

"Good evening my dear!" He's a showman. Posture straight, rigid. "I'd prefer a whiskey, neat, if you please. I presume a Martini for you?" His gaze is neutral, moving from me to his companion of the evening. A blond man, with black circles painted to his cheeks. A white, adorned top hat and a matching white suit. The man nods, his gaze unnerving in its intensity as he stares at me.

Nodding, I murmur "My pleasure.." and bounce away. Retrieving the first drink and delivering it, I return to the bar for the whiskey and martini, and move my way through the crowd to the high frequency booth. Mimzy's voice floating in the air, I'm desperately trying to listen to each note to drown out the static.

"Gentlemen." It's a statement, as I set the drinks in front of them carefully. Involuntarily, my ears flick again. I hadn't noticed, but when I look up at the radio demon after placing the drinks, he's staring at my ears.

I straighten myself up, tail unfurling from covering my behind and smile. Another ear flick, and I'm moving again. The further I move away from them, the clearer the music sounds.

The remainder of the night seems to fly by, Mimzy's club slowly filtering out as the evening comes to an end. I had returned to the radio demons table a few more times, keeping their drinks up before both gentlemen took their leave some time ago.

"Hey Mimzy... "

"Mmm?" Mimzy stops mopping the stage floor, blinking as she looks at you.

"The radio demon. You said he's the 'Overlord of the Territory', what's that about?" I ask, putting up the last chair on its respective table.

Mimzy nods, "Alastor is... an extremely powerful demon, sugar. He's erased many demons to gain his position, and with that he's been able to obtain a pretty vast amount of land. You'll hear a good amount of gossip about him down here..." she trails off, uncertain of the words she wants to use or how much to tell me. "You did wonderfully tonight. I'm exhausted though sugar, so I'm going to retire for the evening. There's a pull out bed from the sofa in the prep room, make yourself at home."

Mimzy sighs heavily, putting the mop away. She walks to a door at the back of the club, looking over her shoulder before opening it to a set of stairs. The door makes a soft click when it closes.

Tomorrow, I need to figure out what I'm going to do. Where I'm going to stay should probably be first on the list.

I stretch my arms out, yawning. In back of the stage, a few props are strewn all over the floor and the door to the prep room. Inside, I change out of the dress and makeup, back into my shorts and tank top. Pulling out the bed, I can feel how heavy my head is. Sleep isn't far away.

Tomorrow..

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