Radio Demon Novels & Stories

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-"

One crow blinked. Then another. Dead things should not blink. The old, cold thing beneath my ribs stirred. Every crow opened its beak. No sound came out. At first. Then the radio turned on. Static filled the cab. I jumped so hard my shoulder hit the door. Damien slammed his palm against the power button. The radio stayed on. Static hissed. Then a voice crackled through. Soft. Female. Familiar enough to split me open. “Lena…” My blood turned to ice.

However, at that moment, I merely whistled into the phone. It was a special frequency, mimicking the Predator's Song, but more inconspicuous and deathly. He was suddenly silent. Then, he screamed, "Water? Why is there water?! Help! My lungs!" He gurgled as he hung up. I placed my phone down and adjusted my blouse. Since I had taken over the Echoes from Below radio application, I was going to manage it properly. I had to change the first rule. [This station's signal may extend into reality. If you see a monster in real life, please firmly believe that it's your neighbor.]

After sitting down, he started the car's engine. We just kept quiet while the car was running. The silence was so strange that I just stared out the window. Maybe because of the extreme silence he turned on the car stereo. "Good afternoon to you all, beloved Magic FM listeners. This is your favorite DJ, Madam Lady A at your service. How are you? Here we go again and start our program titled Forever Or More…" What? Forever Or More? the weird title of the DJ program on the radio. Really? Is he listening to that? Oh cheap. It's like I want to laugh at him.

* Ravyn's stomach dropped at the sight of it, the specific cold understanding that whatever time she'd estimated in the chaos of the last few minutes had already been generous. She picked up the small personal radio clipped to the technician's station — disconnected from the main broadcast channel, she confirmed with one fast glance at its display — and held it close enough to speak without raising her voice. "Dante," she said. "I'm in. Talk to me. How are you." His voice came back thin through the static, breathless with effort, the engine roar audible even through the line. "Driving. One lap left after this one. Whatever you're doing, do it fast."

I took out my phone and showed her the mail from the Radio wave. “Oh! Are you Miss Arlet?” I bobbed. “Please assist yourself towards the left wing. Third door to the right. He is waiting for you.” I followed the instructions as given. When we came here, Milo and I didn’t discover this side of the floor. The wall was decorated by the radio DJs who rocked the world in the sixties and seventies. Dave Diamond, Don Rose, Steele, Donna Halper. I knew these names because my mom was their fan, and it feels good when you get a face that belongs to the characters you heard about so many times in your life. Glancing at the mirror before knocking on the door, I fixed my hairline.

Before I left for the Catacombs I ask Bob to modified the battery powered radio so that It can be used in Fantasma. Right now the radio on the table no longer use a battery as the power source, but instead use a small monster core, a D/E rank core to be exact. I have to make it use a monster core because the radio that will be distribute will be implanted with a fail safe, that will automatically destroyed the radio if anyone tries to open and inspect them, a battery aren't powerful enough to broke the radio completely. I can't have my technologies being stolen, beside using a monster core will make radio more accessible for everyone.

“Go back to your room and study.” She murmurs before turning her back to me. I went into my room again and took my notebook out of the bag. I raised my eyebrows when I heard Relyon’s voice outside the house. He’s Uncle Leo’s son. Uncle Leo is also my Mom’s brother. Relyon is only 11 years old. What is he playing? It’s still bright outside... Wait, why does he seem to shout? Because of curiosity, I looked out the window, and I saw him looking up at the tree and shouting.

Desmond walked up behind her and flicked on the radio he had rigged to pick up the COMS system that fed a direct line to his brother and Daniel, who worked the summit with them. Damon, in his familiar calm yet commanding voice, coaxed a young woman to stay calm. “Look at me, sweetheart. No, not down. At me. There’s nothing down there. It’s all up here. That’s right. What’s your name?” Anya could hear the smile in his voice over the COMS.