I awoke the next morning, staring up at the lavishly painted ceiling above me as I pondered up new ways to get to know my father..... And what better way to do that than by asking the very patrons he serves! I quickly dressed in my blue, demon heart lace dress that my Aunties gifted me, and started down the corridor from my assigned room. "H-Hello? A-Anyone in?" I called, knocking on the door a couple rooms down from me. The door creaked open, and inside was an older lady- her mouth crooked with razor teeth, and her curly white hair streaked in red with long, painted claws the colour of ink! "Oooohhhhh. Hello dearie! Are you the house keeper?" She asked, her voice distant and maniacal. "O-Oh, no ma'am. I'm simply here to ask you if there's anything you could tell me about my father." I replied, smiling my best smile. "Of couuuuuuurrrrrrrsssseee dearie! Why don't you just settle yourself down on my sofa, and I'll tell you all you'd like." The woman replied, opening her door wider to reveal a scene that made my own blood chill- even for a Demon! I nearly wretched at the sight of mangled and torn demons lying about, and a macabre painting of blood splattered here and there as I squeaked, "N-Nevermind. S-Sorry to bother!" I sped off in my wedges as fast as I could, and decided to check on another patron. "WHO BE AT ME DOOR AT THIS TIME!" A gruff, guttural voice boomed. "Ummmm, Jessie? Sir?" I replied, completely confused as to what the accent was about when the door opened to reveal a tall, muscular, admiral like Demon! He leaned down to observe me in his telescope, and he boomed again, "BY NEPTUNE'S TRIDENT! I THINKS I FOUND MESELF AT THE MERCY OF A SIREN NYMPH!" "A what?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. "A SIREN NYMPH! TELL ME, LASS, WHERE YE BE OFF TA ON THIS BREEZY MORN!" "Sir, must you yell? It's quite early, and many of the patrons are still-" "WHERE YE BE OFF TA DRESSED LIKE A SACRAFICIAL VIRGIN!" He was just utterly rude! "I beg your pardon!? Is that any way to talk to a lady?!" I snapped, offended by his vulgarity. "I BE A PIRATE, LASS. TO BE VULGAR IS MY RIGHT!" He declared, puffing out his chest pridefully. "What nerve. Good day to you, Sir!" I replied, cross as I stomped away. Continuing on with my search to find a decent patron to learn more about my father from, I met many interesting, and rather disturbing individuals to say the least.... How could Miss Charlie STAND such an entourage of rambunctious, obnoxious, oblivious, and overall gross patrons?! "Guh! Is there ANYONE here at this God Forsaken place that I can hold a decent conversation with?!" I asked, exasperated to the point that I didn't even realize I had hit my fist against one of the doors! The door creaked open to reveal a colourful assortment of lights, and pillows all around the room, touched with plush sofas and chairs as a tall, lanky, spider like Demon appeared in the threshold. He was dressed in a pink, fluffy robe, with a clay mask over his face and cucumbers on his eyes, and he groaned, "Can't a celebrity get their beauty sleep after a long night of entertaining sinners?" "I-I'm SO terribly sorry, sir! I didn't mean to hit the door...." I apologized, awkwardly rubbing my hands together. The spider Demon removed a cucumber slice from his eye, and he opened his eye to it's widest in shock as his jaw dropped to the floor. We stood there a while in the uncomfortable silence, unsure of who should speak first when the spider finally said, "Well look at you! Decided to change sides for a day, eh? Mr. Long, Tall and Creepy." He smiled playfully, and I reeled back in confusion before asking, "Whaaaa?" "I must say, you make a decent lookin' girl- almost makes one ask for a broken neck! Why the get up, I dunno, but you are KILLIN' it." "I-I think you've got me confused with someone..... I'm Jessabelle, and you're-?" "C'mon baby, you know me. EVERYONE knows ME, Angel Dust!" So Angel Dust was his name? "Mr. Dust, Sir-" "Just call me Angel." "A-Alright, Angel, how well do you know of Alastor?" "I know it's you already, so you can drop the act." "I already told you- I'm JESSABELLE! I'm Alastor's long lost, if not estranged DAUGHTER!" I exclaimed, hoping he'd get the memo. "Alastor HAS no kids, so why should I start believing that NOW?" He asked in a snarky tone. "Use your eyes, Sir! And I mean BOTH!" I replied angrily, ripping the other cucumber from his face as I continued, "I LOOK just LIKE him, AND I have his abilities, so don't cross me if you know what's healthy for you." "Oooooohhhhh, tough gal are we?" He mused, crossing his arms over his chest and stomach, as he had four in total. "I've been running amok all morning to find one DECENT individual to talk to about my daddy, and it seems I flop terribly every TIME!" I cried, leaning against the wall in defeat. "Look around you sweets. You're in a realm where all the murderers, Psycho freaks, FREAK freaks, and drug addicts ALL come to play! You ain't gonna find that "Decent person" you're talking about." Angel said, leaning against the threshold of his bedroom door. "I just wanted SOMEONE that could tell me about daddy. Is that too much to ask for?" I sighed, exhausted. "That all? Well I can tell ya a bit of what I know of Alastor if ya want." Angel offered, and I perked my head a little as I asked, "You know something? REALLY?!" He nodded, and stepped aside to offer me in, which I obliged to, and he seated me on one of the plush sofas before falling backwards onto his bed. Getting a clearer look at the room, it looked almost as if it were made for a television star. He WAS a celebrity! I heard a soft grunting from beside me, and I looked down to find the cutest, plumpest, most prettiest piggy I've ever seen! "Awww, hello there dear!" I replied, reaching down to pat the little thing on it's head. "Seems to me Fat Nuggets likes ya!" Angel laughed, then he patted his stomach which caused the piggy to climb it's way to it's master. ""Fat Nuggets"?" I repeated, raising my brow to him as I smiled. "Because he's my fat widdle baby- yes he is!" He cooed, stroking Fat Nuggets's ears with his two upper hands, and stroking his belly with his lower two. Fat Nuggets really seemed to be enjoying himself as he grunted quietly, and leaned his head back on a plush pillow before Angel turned his attention back to me. "He's SUCH a cutie!" I fawned, observing the little piggy rest, and Angel added, "And one of my closest friends. I can't IMAGINE life without my Fat Nuggets! But anyway... You're REALLY Alastor's kid, huh?" "Yes, Sir. My father had a one night stand with my mother!" "Ooooooohhhhhh, SCANDALOUS!" He mused, turning over on his stomach as he kicked his feet in the air. "To the modeling agency it was... But that's neither here, nor there- I'm simply just trying to connect with someone dear to me, but to do that I must know more than what I do already." I said, crossing my legs and pulling my skirt down over my knees. "What all do ya know?" "Only what my mother told me: liking Jamalabaya, or however it's pronounced, how gentlemanly he is, and how he and Mum met. OH! AND I know he's one of the most powerful Overlords in Tartarus!" Angel nodded his head, and he closed his eyes in thought before saying, "I've heard told about your daddy dearest's strengths, but only saw them in TRUE fruition durin' the war with Heaven! He's one mean mother-" "DAH-AH! I don't do swear words, so PLEASE mind your tongue!" I warned, and he simply blinked before finishing it with "Trucker.... Anyway, he was most of our defense tactic, AND went toe to toe with Adam before being weakened." "Adam..... First MAN Adam?! Who on EARTH would do something so foolish!?" "Don't call foolish what can be done yourself. Just ask Nifty! After Lucifer and his kiddo bruised him up, Nifty landed the final blow with a kitchen knife to the back." I was stunned. I always feared Angels because they were immortal- since WHEN were they able to die?! Though.... Taking it into account really, why WOULDN'T they if we can die down here? "I ought to talk to Nifty about that. It seems EVER so facinating!" I breathed in awe, to which Angel snorted, "You'd have better luck if she didn't try to flay you first. She's more cuckoo than a Cuckoo Clock!" "Come now, she can't be THAT awful. You mentioned you heard stories of my father, yes? Could you please tell me?" I asked, smoothing out my dress. "First, howzabout somethin' to drink? I'm up for a glass of wine myself!" Angel exclaimed, pulling a bottle of golden, clear liquid from beneath his pillow. "Not for me, thank you. I'm MUCH too young for alcoholic beverages!" I replied, and with a simple snap of my fingers, I summoned a pot of freshly brewed Hibiscus Tea. Snapping again, a delicate China cup and saucer appeared in my hand, and I used my magic to control the pot as it poured the exact amount. I took a sip, and scrunched my face as I said, "Oof, a little strong... But it's nothing a cube of sugar can't fix!" Snapping once more, a tiny jar of sugar cubes materialized, and I swiped my finger to levitate a cube into my cup before stirring it. I took a sip again, and sighed, "Ahhhhh, MUCH better." Before looking back up at Angel, who seemed impressed. "Is something the matter, Angel?" "N-No! No, just admiring. Your daddy has the same, awesome power to summon things into existence as well. He could even change your WHOLE appearance with a wave of his hand, or pretzel ya with a wagging of his finger!" He replied, popping the lid off the bottle before attempting to take a swig. Mimicking myself holding the neck of the bottle, I tipped my hand upside down onto my other, effectively stopping the fluid from entering his mouth as well as leaving him confused as he observed the bottle. "If you must drink something as sophisticated as wine, then you must drink it properly! Here..." I said, snapping my fingers again to summon a wine glass into his hand. "Heh! Not bad, kid." He laughed, taking the bottle and pouring himself a glass to the right amount. "Cheers!" I toasted, and the two of us took a sip of our respective drinks. "Ah, nothin' like a refreshing, clean, crisp, white wine in the morning." Angel sighed, setting his glass down on a coffee table. "Same can be said for a cuppa. Now, about those stories?" I asked, setting my cup onto my saucer, which stayed in my lap. "Right! So apparently, some time ago, he just magically showed up. Nobody knew who he was, only that he was just kinda.... Existing.... Well, those doubts suddenly turned to fear when other Overlords began to go missin'- HEAVY hitting, and VERY influential ones at that! And you wanna know why they call him the "Radio Demon"?" "Why?" for a sort of dramatic effect, Angel Dust looked around the room before motioning me to lean closer. Obliging to him, I drew myself closer as he said in a low, dramatic, almost whisper, "He's called the "Radio Demon" because all those heavy hitters I told you went missin'; their screams would be broadcasted for all of this forsaken land and it's citizens to hear." "R-Really?" I asked, astonished by my father's awesome, if not frightening tale. Angel nodded, and leaned back up to pour himself another glass as I said slowly, "My father told me something about Overlords having other Overlords as enemies the other day, but I never imagined my father would be among one of those. He's such a charming fellow!" "Don't matter," Angel began, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip, "when you're in this joint, toots, EVERWHERE becomes a place of wary side eyes and a reason for arms!" "I can agree with you there. I've had my fair share of dealing with nasties in my day!" I replied, sending away my cup, pot, and sugar. I stood up from the plush chair I sat in, and dusted off my dress as I looked at a clock. "It's nary lunch time! Goodness, father might be expecting me- it's so good to have met you, Angel Dust." I said, holding a gloved hand out for him to shake. Taking my hand in all three of his unoccupied hands, he returned my sentiment, and bade me farewell as I thanked him. I pat Fat Nuggets on the head before taking my leave, and I pondered the wild stories and information that Angel Dust had provided me thus far about father. Was he TRULY that powerful? I walked downstairs to find father assisting Miss Charlie with renovations to the hotel before I caught their attention, and Miss Charlie chimed in a bubbly spirit, "Hey, Jess! Is there something you need?" I looked from her to my father, who simply smiled as he narrowed his eyes at me- a clear indicator he was still rather miffed with me about yesterday. "N-Nothing, Miss Charlie," I replied, giggling nervously, "just getting to know the inhabitants-perhaps learn something else about daddy if I can." My father's eyes seemingly flashed at the very idea as Charlie cheered, "Goodie! Ahhhh, it's SO nice to have such a kindred Demon like you fill our halls with interaction and liveliness! What all did they tell you?" "Nothing much, except Angel Dust... He said daddy went toe to toe with an army of Angels, and that he dominated other Overlords like it was nothing!" "Did he now?" My Father asked slowly, visibly annoyed but trying so hard to hide it, and I nodded as I replied, "It was quite impressive, really. Jolly good, even!" My daddy growled a little before being brought close so that Miss Charlie could whisper something to him, and he tried to protest only to have Charlie give him a stern glare in response. Father sighed, and drooped his ears as he looked back toward me with a reluctant look on his face. "I suppose that, if you wish to learn more about me, I'll take you to see someone more..... Qualified..... To tell you about my awesomeness." "Really, daddy? You mean it?!" I asked, jumping up and down with sheer excitement. "Don't make me regret offering you this." He hissed in displeasure, and I nodded to show that I understood completely. My first outing HE invited ME to.... Better not muck this up.....