Blue: This is...a lot ._.

Alastor: [Chuckles] Indeed it is. But don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it soon enough. After all, you’ve got me to guide you! And I have big plans for you, my boy. You’ll fit right in once you get your bearings.

They walked on, the shadows cloaking them from sight as Alastor continued to explain the inner workings of Hell, the politics, the infighting, the nature of sin itself.

Every step took Blue deeper into the underworld, both figuratively and literally, and Alastor watched him closely, gauging the boy’s reactions.

There was something different about this one, something Alastor hadn’t quite pinned down yet. But he would figure it out.

He always did.

After a while, the cracked landscape of Hell gave way to the shadowy outskirts of Pentagram City once more. Alastor led Blue further into the depths of the city's forgotten corners, where few dared to tread.

As they moved through the winding alleys and derelict streets, the atmosphere shifted, growing colder, quieter, as if the very air thickened with the weight of something sinister.

Finally, they reached a towering structure, Alastor’s radio tower. It stood tall and eerie against the crimson sky, its spindly frame twisted in impossible angles, old wires and antennas jutting out like skeletal limbs.

The building itself seemed abandoned at first glance, with its crumbling exterior and flickering, faded neon signs. A few broken windows were scattered across the tower, and the faint hum of static buzzed faintly from within.

But there was something alive about it, something that still pulsed with energy, as if the building itself breathed in rhythm with the twisted world around it.

Alastor walked ahead, pushing open the creaky door with a flick of his wrist. The inside was as decrepit as the outside, dimly lit with broken radios strewn across the floor and shelves lined with old equipment.

The air smelled of dust, old wires, and faint traces of magic that hadn’t been used in years. Yet, despite its appearance, the place felt far from empty.

Alastor: Ah, home sweet home. It’s not much to look at, I know, but it serves its purpose. A little....secluded for my tastes nowadays, but when you need a quiet place to think, this old tower does the trick.

Blue looked around, taking in the odd surroundings. It felt like the sort of place that had been left to rot, yet it was clear Alastor still claimed it as his own.

There was a strange charm to it, almost like stepping into a long forgotten piece of history. Alastor smiled as he noticed Blue’s uncertain expression.

Alastor: Don’t let the appearance fool you, my boy. This place is far more than it seems. It has its quirks, but I’ve grown rather fond of them. And now that you’ll be working for me, you’ll get to know every corner of it, I’m sure.

Blue, still overwhelmed, didn’t say much but nodded as he followed Alastor deeper into the tower. They ascended a narrow, rickety staircase that groaned under their weight, leading to a sole room at the top.

The room was sparse, with only a few old pieces of furniture, a desk, an old radio that hummed with static, and a single mattress tucked away in the corner. It seemed oddly untouched, as if no one had been there in years, yet the lingering presence of Alastor's influence could be felt everywhere.

Alastor: Well, this is where you’ll be staying for the night

Alastor points to the mattress in the corner.

Alastor: I’m afraid the accommodations are rather...basic, but it should be enough to keep you comfortable until we get you properly settled.

Blue’s tired eyes drifted toward the mattress, exhaustion starting to catch up with him after the strange and terrifying day he’d had.

Without questioning it, he walked over to the mattress and sat down in the middle of it, feeling the weight of everything that had happened finally pressing down on him. Alastor, still watching from the shadows, smiled faintly.

Alastor: You’ve had quite the day, haven’t you? Well, don’t worry. You’ll need your rest, my boy. We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Lots to do, and I suspect you’ll be quite useful once you’re rested.

Blue nodded, though he didn’t fully understand what was expected of him. He felt like a ship adrift in an unfamiliar sea, clinging to Alastor’s strange, charismatic presence as the only thing keeping him from being completely lost.

Despite the unsettling nature of his new surroundings, there was something oddly comforting about Alastor’s guidance, even if it was tinged with an air of manipulation.

As Blue lay down on the mattress, pulling the thin, scratchy blanket over himself, his body finally began to relax. His mind, however, still raced with questions.

What had happened to him?

And why couldn’t he remember anything about his past?

Alastor, sensing Blue’s restlessness, tilted his head slightly.

Alastor: Sleep now, my dear boy. There will be time for questions tomorrow.

Blue’s eyes fluttered shut, his exhaustion finally overcoming his confusion and fear. Slowly, he drifted into an uneasy sleep, the soft static of the old radio filling the room with a faint, monotonous hum.

Alastor, standing in the shadows, watched him for a long moment, his ever-present smile never fading. He chuckled softly to himself, pleased with how events had unfolded.

Whatever mystery surrounded the boy, it was something Alastor would unravel in time. For now, he had gained a new tool, a pawn in the ever-shifting game of Hell’s power struggles.

Alastor: Goodnight, my boy...sweet dreams.....for now

With that, he turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving the tower quiet save for the hum of static and the distant, restless dreams of his new assistant.

The next morning came with a heavy, oppressive heat hanging over Pentagram City, typical of Hell’s endless cycles.

Blue stirred on the mattress, rubbing his eyes as he woke to find Alastor already standing near the window, peering out at the world with his back to Blue.

The room was still dim, but the faint glow of the city outside illuminated the strange silhouette of the Radio Demon.

Alastor: Good morning, my dear boy!

Alastor’s voice rang out in a cheerful, sing-song tone, as though nothing in Hell could ever disturb his constant good mood. He turned around with his signature grin shown.

Alastor: Did you sleep well?

Blue blinked, still disoriented from the previous day's events. He wasn’t sure if he had slept well or if he had even dreamed at all, but he nodded out of politeness.

Blue: Umm....I think so.

Alastor: Wonderful! Now, we have much to do today, and I think it’s time you started meeting some....important individuals. No better way to learn about this charming little realm of ours than to meet its colorful inhabitants!

Blue: Who are we meeting?

Alastor: Oh, you’ll see. But first, let me summon one of my closest...associates

With a dramatic flick of his wrist, Alastor summoned his magic. The air around them crackled with energy, and the floor rippled like disturbed water.

A swirl of colorful, shimmering light filled the room, and within moments, a small figure materialised out of the ether.

It was Niffty, a tiny, hyperactive demon girl who practically buzzed with energy the moment she appeared.

Niffty: Hi, Alastor! Did you call me? Ooh, who’s this? Is he new? He’s cute!

Niffty zoomed across the room to stand in front of Blue Blue’s eyes widened as he was caught off guard by Niffty’s sudden appearance.

She was a whirlwind of energy, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement as she sized him up, clearly delighted to see a new face, especially a boy.

Niffty: Hello there! I’m Niffty! What’s your name? Are you new in Hell? You must be, right? Ooooh, this is going to be so fun! I love meeting new people!

Blue, though taken aback by her high energy, managed a smile, his natural friendliness shining through despite his confusion.

Blue: Umm, hello there. I’m B-Blue, Nice to meet you, Niffty ^_^

Niffty’s eye widened even more, if that were possible, and she giggled.

Niffty: Blue! What a cute name! You seem really nice! Are you Alastor’s new friend? Are you going to be staying with us?

Alastor: [Chuckles] Indeed, Niffty, Blue here will be working for me from now on. He’s new to Hell, and I thought it would be good for him to meet some of my acquaintances like yourself. We have quite the big day ahead, so be on your best behavior!

Niffty: Oh, I’m always on my best behavior, Alastor! You know that!

She turned her attention back to Blue, grabbing his hand in her own tiny ones.

Niffty: Come on! I’ll help show you around, too! We’re going to have so much fun!

Blue smiled nervously but remained friendly, sensing that Niffty’s high energy wasn’t meant to be intimidating. Despite the chaos of everything he had seen so far, there was something almost comforting about her eagerness.

Blue: T-Thank you, I guess it’ll be good to get to know this place better.

Alastor: [Grins] That’s the spirit, my boy! You’ll adjust in no time, especially with Niffty here to-! Actually...Niffty, my dear. I believe that’s enough for now. I’ll need your assistance another time, but for today, we have other engagements to attend to.

Niffty: Awww, okay! I’ll be ready whenever you need me, Alastor! And bye, Blue! It was nice meeting you!

She waves energetically before vanishing in a whirl of colorful energy, returning to wherever Alastor summoned her from. Once she was gone, Blue blinked, feeling the sudden quiet that followed her absence.

Blue: She’s....a lot of energy ;_;

Alastor: Indeed she is. Niffty has her...charm, doesn’t she? But now, onto more important matters. We’re going to visit an old friend of mine, someone I’m sure you’ll find quite delightful.

Blue followed silently as Alastor led the way through the twisting streets. The towering buildings of Pentagram City loomed overhead, casting long shadows that made the already gloomy atmosphere even more oppressive.

After some time, they approached a large, art-deco-style establishment. Its glowing neon sign flickered, barely readable. Alastor pushed open the door with a grand gesture, revealing the lavish interior of the lounge.

Despite the rundown exterior, the inside was plush and inviting, filled with vibrant colors, soft velvet seating, and an air of nostalgia that clung to the walls like perfume.

The place seemed stuck in a 1920s aesthetic, complete with jazz music playing faintly in the background.

Alastor: Ah, Mimzy!

A figure appeared immediately from behind the bar, a glamorous, flapper-style demon with bobbed hair, a feathered headband, and a glittering dress. Mimzy’s smile widened as she caught sight of Alastor.

Mimzy: Well, well! If it isn’t my favorite radio personality! What brings you to my little corner of Hell today?

Alastor grinned and gestured toward Blue, who stood awkwardly behind him.

Alastor: I’ve come to introduce you to someone special. This is Blue, my new assistant of sorts.

Mimzy’s eyes sparkled with interest as she looked Blue up and down. She tilted her head and leaned in slightly, examining him closely.

Mimzy: Oh, my! He’s adorable! Where did you find this one, Alastor? He doesn’t seem like your usual company.

Blue wasn’t used to such attention, especially in a place as strange as Hell. But there was something warm about Mimzy’s demeanor that put him slightly at ease.

Alastor: He’s new to Hell, and I thought it only appropriate he meet some of the more pleasant residents. You know, to make him feel at home.

Mimzy: Well, aren’t you lucky, Blue? You’ve landed yourself quite the job with Alastor. But you look a little lost, darling. Have you been here long?

Blue: No....I just got here. I don’t really know much about anything here, honestly.

Mimzy: Oh, poor thing! Well, you’re in good hands with Alastor, I’m sure. But, sweetheart, do you know anything about where you came from? You must have been on Earth before, right?

Blue: [Frowns] I don’t....I don’t really remember anything. Earth, Hell....it’s all a blur....

Mimzy exchanged a curious glance with Alastor, who kept his usual enigmatic smile. She didn’t press further, sensing the boy’s confusion. Instead, she took a more lighthearted approach.

Mimzy: Well, then! If you don’t remember Earth, there’s something you simply must try!!

Mimzy dashed behind the bar, rummaging around before pulling out a small, frozen tub.

Mimzy: Have you ever had ice cream?

Blue tilted his head, the word foreign to him.

Blue: Ice cream? What’s that?

Mimzy: Oh, you’re in for a treat, darling! It’s cold, sweet, and absolutely delicious. Here, have a taste.

She handed him a small scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream in a dish, and Blue hesitantly took a spoonful. The moment the cold, sweet treat touched his tongue, his eyes lit up.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and he couldn’t help but take another spoonful, and then another. His hesitation melted away, and soon he was eating with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

Blue: W-Wow...this is amazing! Is this...is this normal food from Earth?

Mimzy: [Laughs] Yes, darling! Ice cream’s just one of many wonderful things from Earth. But it seems you’ve already found your favorite.

Blue: I think I love this...ice cream! It is now my favorite thing to eat! :D

Alastor watched, amused by the entire scene. It was rare to see such innocent excitement in Hell, but Blue’s genuine enthusiasm was oddly refreshing.

Mimzy: Well, there’s plenty more where that came from. Any time you want more, you just stop by, alright, Blue?

Blue nodded eagerly, still savoring the last of his ice cream.

Blue: Thank you! I definitely will!

Alastor, watching the interaction with an ever-present smile, finally spoke up.

Alastor: Well, now that Blue’s had his first taste of Earth’s wonders, I believe it’s time we continue our day. We have much more to do.

Mimzy gave Blue one last playful wink before turning to Alastor.

Mimzy: Take care of him, Alastor. I like this one.

Alastor: Oh, I intend to. We’ll be seeing more of you soon, Mimzy.

With that, Alastor gently guided Blue out of the lounge, leaving behind the lively jazz music and Mimzy’s infectious energy. Blue followed him, still thinking about how incredible ice cream was.

For a moment, the darkness of Hell didn’t seem quite so intimidating. As they walked, Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath.

Alastor: You’re adjusting well, my boy. Keep that up, and you’ll find Hell isn’t so bad after all.

Blue, licking the last remnants of ice cream from his spoon, smiled back.

Blue: As long as there’s ice cream...I think I’ll be okay!

After leaving Mimzy’s lounge, Alastor led Blue down the winding streets of Pentagram City once more, his pace unhurried and his mood as light as ever. The day was only just beginning, and there were still more introductions to be made.

As they walked, Blue glanced up at Alastor.

Blue: Where are we going now?

Alastor: We’re off to meet another delightful friend of mine. She’s quite the charming character, and I think you’ll find her company....enchanting.

Before Blue could ask more, they approached a building labelled as Franklin and Rosie's Emporium. It is one of the many stores located in Cannibal Town within Pentagram City.

The emporium mainly sells cannibalistic treats and foods for the denizens of Cannibal Town and sold clothing based on the 1910s theme of the town.

Alastor pushed the door open, and a soft chime rang out. Inside, the shop was even more inviting, filled with the soft glow of warm lights.

Behind the counter stood Rosie, a slender, elegant demoness with a 1920s-inspired style, much like Mimzy. The moment Rosie saw Alastor, her face lit up with a bright, welcoming smile.

Rosie: Well, well! If it isn’t the infamous Radio Demon himself! To what do I owe the pleasure today, dear?

(This feels different now because of the leaks)

Alastor: Rosie, my dear! Always a delight to see you. I’ve come to introduce you to someone new.

He gestures toward Blue, who stood by his side, slightly overwhelmed by the peaceful atmosphere compared to everything else he had experienced in Hell so far.

.....He wasn't aware of the Cannibal Treats.

Rosie’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned forward to get a better look at Blue.

Rosie: Oh my goodness! Who is this charming young fellow? You’re just adorable!

Blue: Um, h-hello, I’m Blue

Rosie: Blue! What a lovely name! Oh, Alastor, you always find the most interesting people. Is he new to Hell?

Alastor: Indeed, he is. Blue here arrived quite recently, yesterday if you want specifics, and is still finding his footing. I thought I’d introduce him to some of Hell’s more....welcoming residents.

Rosie: Well, you’re in good hands, dear. Alastor is quite the character, but he takes care of those he’s fond of. And you’re just the sweetest thing! If you ever need a place to relax or get away from the chaos, my shop is always open to you.

Blue: T-Thank you, I really appreciate that.

Rosie turned to Alastor, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

Rosie: So, what’s his story? He seems...different from the usual newcomers.

Alastor’s grin widened ever so slightly, but there was a glint of calculation behind his eyes.

Alastor: Ah, yes. Blue is....a bit of a special case. You see, he doesn’t remember much about his past, not Earth or anything that came before his arrival in Hell. He’s a bit of a blank slate, as it were

Alastor waved his hand theatrically, as if painting the picture. Rosie’s expression softened, a look of sympathy crossing her features.

Rosie: Oh, you poor thing. That must be difficult, not knowing where you came from.

Blue: It’s....strange, yes. But I’m trying to figure things out.

Alastor: Yes, and that’s why I’m helping him. He’s working for me now, learning the ropes. And, of course, I’m introducing him to the finer things Hell has to offer, such as yourself, Rosie.

Rosie chuckled softly, clearly charmed by Alastor’s flattery.

Alastor: Well, I’m more than happy to help however I can. And, Blue, you’re always welcome here. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of if you ever need a break from the madness outside.

Blue smiled again, feeling a bit more comfortable with each passing moment.

Blue: Thank you, Rosie. You’re really nice!

Rosie: Oh, it’s no trouble at all, sweetheart. Now, is there anything I can get you? Tea? A snack?

Blue: Snac-?

Alastor: No

Blue: Oh ._.

Alastor: Rosie's snacks aren't ones you will like, I'm sure

Rosie: Oh, is that so? Well, a shame, but if it's not his preference, than I'll respect his opinions.

Alastor: Indeed, well my dear Rosie. We’ve still got a full day ahead of us, but I wanted Blue to meet you first.

Rosie: Of course, darling. But don’t be a stranger, Blue. You’ll always have a friend here.

Blue nodded gratefully, already feeling a sense of warmth from Rosie that he hadn’t expected to find in Hell.

Blue: I’ll definitely come back!

Alastor: Thank you, Rosie. As always, a pleasure. We’ll be on our way, but I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon.

Rosie waved them off with a cheerful smile, her voice lilting as she called out.

Rosie: Take care, Blue! And don’t let Alastor work you too hard!

As they stepped out of the shop and back onto the bustling streets of Pentagram City, Blue couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging.

Even though he didn’t remember his past, and even though Hell was a terrifying and chaotic place, the kindness of people like Rosie and Mimzy made it feel just a little more bearable.

Alastor: You’re doing well, my boy. Rosie seems quite taken with you.

Blue: She’s really nice. I didn't think I would meet so many....friendly people here.

Alastor: Hell is full of surprises. You’ll see more of them soon enough.

As they continued on, Blue couldn’t shake the feeling that while he didn’t know much about his past. Hee was slowly starting to carve out a new place for himself in this strange, otherworldly realm, one day at a time.

As days passed, Alastor led Blue through various corners of Pentagram City, each new experience weaving the boy deeper into the fabric of Hell.

Blue was adjusting to life under Alastor’s strange but careful guidance, though the deeper mysteries surrounding him, especially the entity lurking within, still remained hidden from everyone but the Radio Demon himself.

One evening, Alastor guided Blue to a desolate part of the city, away from the chaotic streets.

They arrived at an abandoned warehouse, the kind that had long been forgotten, with broken windows and rusted metal beams casting jagged shadows across the floor.

The air was still, save for the faint creaking of old machinery, and the atmosphere felt heavy, like something important was about to happen.

Blue followed closely behind, clutching the katana Alastor had given him. Though the weapon rested in its sheath on his back, he could feel its weight and the power it seemed to hold.

Blue: Why are we here?

Alastor's grin widened, his red eyes gleaming as he strode across the room.

Alastor: Today is a special day. I’ve brought you here to learn something vital, something you’ll need if you’re to survive in Hell. You see, while charm and wit can carry you far, there comes a time when you must know how to fight.

Blue: Fight?

Alastor: Indeed. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, Blue. So, I’ve decided to give you some training.

Blue: But I've never fought before-!

Alastor: Trust me, I can see the fighting spirit inside of you. And so you will take down whatever targets I have.

Blue’s hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his katana, the one Alastor had given him, but his grip was unsure.

Blie; I...I don’t want to kill anyone, Alastor.

Alastor: You’re afraid to take another man's life?

Blue: It’s not right. Even if I’m in Hell...it still feels wrong.

Alastor was silent for a moment, watching Blue intently. Then, with a low chuckle, he stepped closer.

Alastor: Ah, such mercy. How rare to find someone in this wretched place who still clings to the idea of right and wrong. Very well, my boy. If killing is not your desire, we shall start with something....easier.

With a snap of his fingers, shadows began to form around the warehouse. Slowly, they elongated and twisted, taking the shape of Alastor himself.

Dark, distorted copies of the Radio Demon stood before Blue, their faces blank and their forms flickering like a bad signal. These shadow clones filled the space, lining up as if waiting for a command.

Alastor: These are lifeless shadows. They cannot feel pain, and they have no soul. You may hack away at them as much as you wish. Consider them...training dummies.

Blue stared at the shadows, his heart racing. The thought of wielding the katana against something lifeless, made his stomach twist. His hand trembled as it rested on the hilt, and he hesitated to draw it.

Blue: I...I don’t know if I can do this,

Alastor’s eyes gleamed with amusement, but there was no mockery in his tone when he spoke.

Alastor: But you must. You see, Blue, while you may wish to avoid killing, there will be times when you need to defend yourself. So, if you prefer, I shall teach you how to defeat an opponent without ending their life. Both with your sword...and with your hands.

Blue: R-Really?

Alastor: Yes, but first, you must learn to face your fears.

Blue’s eyes flickered with uncertainty as he glanced between the shadows and Alastor. His grip tightened on the hilt of the katana, but he still couldn’t bring himself to draw it.

Alastor stepped closer, his tone softer now, though still carrying an air of command.

Alastor: Do not worry, my boy. These shadows are nothing more than figments, empty and hollow. You will not be taking a life by cutting them down. Consider it practice. After all, if you wish to show mercy, you must first know how to fight without hesitation.

Blue’s breath caught in his throat, but he knew Alastor was right. He couldn’t avoid this forever. Slowly, he unsheathed the katana, its blade gleaming under the dim light of the warehouse.

The shadows stood still, waiting.

Alastor: Now, show me what you can do. Do not think of them as people, they are nothing. Just shadows.

Blue hesitated one last time, then took a deep breath. He raised the katana and swung it down at the nearest shadow. The blade cut clean through, and the shadow dissipated into a puff of darkness. It was easy....too easy.

Blue blinked, surprised by the lack of resistance. He swung again at another shadow, and then another. Each one vanished upon contact, leaving behind nothing but a faint wisp of smoke.

Alastor watched with a pleased smile as Blue began to move more fluidly, his strikes gaining confidence.

Alastor: Good, good! You’re learning. Remember, your enemies in Hell will not fall as easily, but this is a start.

Blue continued to cut through the shadows, but his mind raced with doubt. Even though they weren’t alive, it still felt wrong.

But he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the movements, the weight of the katana, and the precision of each strike.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Blue stopped, panting slightly. The shadows were gone, and the warehouse was quiet. Alastor approached him, clapping his hands slowly.

Alastor: Well done, Blue. You’ve taken your first step. Now....are you ready to learn how to truly fight?

Blue looked down at the katana in his hand, his grip still tight around the hilt. He didn’t want to fight, didn’t want to hurt anyone. But here in Hell, it seemed like there was no other option.

If he was going to survive, he needed to learn.

Blue: Yes....please teach me

Alastor’s smile grew even wider, and his red eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

Alastor: Good. Let’s begin.

In the days that followed, Alastor pushed Blue through a relentless training regimen. The warehouse became their battleground, a space where Blue would learn to master the art of combat.

At first, it was basic maneuvers, stances, footwork, and how to properly grip a sword. But as time passed, the lessons grew more intense, more intricate, pushing Blue to his limits.

Alastor’s teaching methods were both ruthless and meticulous. He showed no mercy in his critiques, though his ever-present grin never faltered.

Each time Blue faltered, Alastor would correct him, guiding his hand to the right angle, showing him where to strike without causing a fatal blow.

He taught Blue how to move with precision and purpose, how to dodge, and how to predict his opponent's next move before they made it. Under Alastor's watchful eye, Blue honed his ability to fight hand-to-hand with devastating efficiency.

Alastor: Remember, my dear boy. We do not need to kill to win. We must know how to disable, disarm, and disorient our opponents.

Blue: I'll master all of these! Well...not master, but know how to do it

Blue practiced endlessly, learning how to strike specific pressure points with his sword, how to make precise cuts on arms and legs to immobilize a target.

He also became skilled in takedowns, using his hands and legs to swiftly disarm and subdue opponents without ending their lives. After weeks of training, Blue had grown adept at fighting, far beyond the skill of most demons.

His swordsmanship was now polished, and his ability to handle himself in close combat had reached an impressive level. Alastor stood back, arms folded, watching his progress with a satisfied glint in his eyes.

Alastor: Blue, you’ve come far. I must say, I’m rather impressed. Most demons in Hell would have long since fallen behind, but you....you’ve surpassed even my expectations. In just a week and a half

Blue: I-I couldn’t have done it without your help!

Alastor: Hahaha...Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear boy. But enough with the sentimentality. From here on out, you shall be known as my Right Hand Man.

Blue: R-Right Hand Man?

Alastor: Indeed. It’s a title, a special honor, if you will, bestowed upon you by yours truly. You’ve earned it, after all.

Blue: B-By name?

Alastor chuckled, the sound rich with amusement.

Alastor: Oh no, you keep your name, of course. But the title, that is something you will carry with pride. Even though you are still very much a boy, it suits you.

Blue: Wait... is it like what Miss Rosie calls me? Her 'Little Black Hole'?

Alastor laughed heartily at that, his voice echoing in the empty warehouse.

Alastor: Yes! Quite similar, in fact. Though, I must say, she has quite the sense of humor. You are rather dense in the head, after all. Now, do you accept the title?

Blue’s expression softened, a small smile forming on his lips.

Blue: I do.....n-not that I have much of a choice ;_;

Alastor: Very smart, my boy. But remember, you will always have a choice in matters...when I allow it.

Blue: Wait, doesn’t that contradict what you just said?

Alastor laughed, his hand resting on Blue’s shoulder.

Alastor: Let’s not get bogged down in the details, my Right Hand Man. We have far more important things to tend to.

Blue: So, what are we doing today?

Alastor’s grin grew wider, more ominous, as he began to walk toward the warehouse door.

Alastor: Ah, today is a big day, my boy.

Blue: It is? Why?

Alastor: Because today...a certain Princess of Hell will be making a grand announcement, one that will undoubtedly ripple through the circles. Something...involving redemption, of all things.

Blue: [Tilts Head] Redemption?

Alastor: It’s of little importance to you, for now. But there’s something else that makes today special. Today, my dear boy, is the day I return to the big stage.

Blue: Return?

Alastor: Oh yes. You see, I’ve been lurking in the shadows for long enough. It’s time for me to step into the spotlight once more. And you, my faithful Right Hand Man, will be by my side.

Blue felt a shiver run down his spine as Alastor’s words hung in the air, filled with promise and danger.

Whatever was about to happen, it was clear that his life...or rather, his existence in Hell, was about to get far more complicated.

Alastor: Now, my dear boy, let’s head into town. There’s much to be done, and I wouldn’t want to miss the show.

Blue: Okay!
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