Alastor The Radio Demon Novels & Stories

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

In that moment Ally felt like an object. A blinding light appeared and as the light died she could make out a figure. It was a massive and winged. A pair of human feet walked over the glass towards them and seemed to leave the owner unaffected. Ally instinctively put the little boy behind her and began walking away from what was now two men. A demon and a black winged angel. “It was me, Gabriel. Leader of the army of heaven.” His voice boomed. She had never seen two better looking men in the same room.

He walk closer to the table to talk more but Samael raise his hand to shut him off and everything in the room was stopped, including Nom who was in his animal shape. Samael look a little unsettled at what just happened and look around to see who was responsible for what just happened, there is only one person who he knows has the ability to stop time without fear for him. In the east corner of the office, a middle-aged man appeared out of the air and walk to Samael with an unpleasant expression. “It’s been a long time Lord Samael” Zatra, one of Samael’s acquaintance and a demon who is hundred years younger greeted. Unlike Samael who is born in a cold, he was born in the breeze.

“I deserved a mother.” The sentence cut through the trees like steel. Elira closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she looked older. “I cannot repair what I abandoned,” she said. “I can only tell you what comes.” She placed the black chain on the ruined stone between them. “Alaric means to deliver you to the thing he fears. If he cannot control you, he will trade you.” Lydia felt sick. Trade him. The way she had been traded. The pattern of power was always the same.

Without being told, the crowd divides, clearing an uninterrupted path to his destination. Just then, his face finally comes into view and then I see him even clearly. A tall, broad-shouldered man, he had a ripped body that even the clothing he wore couldn't hide it. His aura was commanding. Then his face…. heavens, well defined, it seemed as though he was created on a special day, giving him unique, extremely handsome features. His midnight black eyes held no emotion, a huge contrast to his handsome, alluring facial features. Alpha Iskander Damaris of the blood moon pack , The almighty warlord. The soulless butcher.

It's just as fresh as if she just did it. I was trying to drift to sleep when her bird kept perching at my window. I stood up and opened the window. See the bird, I knew a message was about to be sent out or sent in. I took the bird and took the paper. What she wrote there seem quite useless to me. I wondered what instigated what she wrote. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

“This demon is covered with black magic, so black that I couldn’t breathe while I tried to reach the source of the magic.” “Did you say he is not Alastor?” “Yes. It’s not him.” “I knew it!” He hissed loudly as he threw a punch in the air, his eyes blazing red as smoke rose from his skin. “It was impossible to catch him without him creating chaos!” “He’s up to something, Lucius. He wants us to believe he is dead.” My chest continued heaving as I kept staring at the dead body. The magic wasn’t wearing off. He still looked like Alastor, including the strong aura that was enveloping him. It only meant one thing. Alastor had a black witch or a powerful demon on his side.