It hadn't even been two days since The Radio Demon had decided to help out around the Hotel and already the place was getting brighter in color. It looked better since Nifty took over as cleaner. Husker was quiet and didn't want to be bothered but he could make one hell of a cocktail. "Hey Boo!" I called out to Angel as he lounged at the bar looking through his phone boredly.

"Yeah?"

Husker rolled his eyes grabbing another green bottle from the shelf and made himself comfy. "You free?" Alastor could be seen on the second floor looking down at the group. An espresso in one hand as he sat in one of the lounge area. "I'm never free, I charge a fuck tun for my time princess." Rolling my eyes I made my way towards the bar. "You're worth a nickel and some chewing gum."

Angel gave an offended look struggling to find words as Husker let out a snort of amusement. "How dare you!"

Snickering to myself I couldn't help rolling my eyes. "Come on, I thought we were gonna go shopping. I'm dying to explore more of hell!" clasping my hands together I did my best to look cute hoping it would work. "Fuck no. I'm exhausted. I had to get off a bulkake of demons today. I just want to relax." he grumbles glaring down at me.

"So did you get filled up like a boston cream donut?" I smirked snickering at my own joke. "Yeah so fuck off." He growls turning away from me completely now. Furrowing my brows I wasn't sure what his problem was. He was always talking about how great his job was, how much he loved being so appetizing to the souls of Hell.

"What crawled up your ass?" I huffed annoyed now crossing my arms over my chest. I was just trying to be funny and crack a joke. "You know what nevermind go fuck yourself." grabbing my bag from the side of the bar I moved to leave the hotel. "Come on toots where're you going?"

"Food asshole. We need food." growling I didn't even bother looking back knowing Angel wasn't going to do a thing about it. As much fun as Angel could be, he could also be a giant dick. Sometimes I don't know why I bother being friends with that porn star.

"Stupid fucking spider jerk. He's the one who wanted to fucking go out but noooo, the one time I ask him to go out with me to waste time he wants to bite my head off." scoffing again I quickly made my way to the store grabbing a bag and filling it with supplies.

It was a surprise to see fruits and veggies that looked appetizing down here in hell but then again from what little knowledge I had on greek mythology. Hades has a garden...I think? It could have been just a rumor I found somewhere on tumblr about a Percy Jackson post. "You'll need these as well, my dear."

I felt like my body had flown from my skin like one of those old cartoons. "Jesus christ!" I couldn't help but shriek watching Alastor place several peppers in my bag. "Not quite," he chuckles, his eyes never leaving the produce.

"Where did you come from?" The last I saw him he was at the hotel minding his own business. "Smile darling, you're never fully dressed." he reminded me, choosing to ignore my question. "So you've said." grabbing some celery I placed them in my bag as well. "What do you intend to make tonight?" Glancing up I noticed that his eyes were fully on me.

Shrugging my shoulders I moved to another section of the store, Alastor not far behind humming a strange tune I had never heard before. "Something with meat. I know this really good curry recipe or maybe something with pasta." Looking up at the demon beside me. It looked like he wasn't paying any attention.

The powerful demon was easy to speak to but I could never forget how terrifying he is.

My attention quickly fixated itself on the variety of hot sauce. My eyes widened as a large smile made itself to my face. God I loved hot sauce. The spicier the better. There were so many flavors I wasn't sure what to choose. I loved the Buldak sauce back when I was alive, hell, I always had a bottle in my fridge and put that shit on everything.

It had great flavor and the spice, fuck, I just loved it. "Hmm?"

"I have an obsession with hot sauce. See one you like?" His red eyes left my form and to the large variety before grasping one and putting it in my bag. "I believe you will enjoy this one." Nodding my head I started to practically bounce where I stood, I couldn't wait to try it before I moved on to another section grabbing more spices for the kitchen. "Er...Alastor." I wasn't sure if it was appropriate for me to call him by his name. It felt weird saying Mr. Radio Demon, and I wasn't sure what his last name was. Red eyes met mine, his large smile sent chills down my spine again.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company-" his smile grew larger showing off the dark yellow teeth that practically glistened in the light, I paused staring at the sharp teeth. I had to collect my thoughts and force the idea of running away from the man.

I could be dead in seconds if he wanted me to be. "Why are you here...with me here I mean."

That sadistic smile never wavered. He looked amused if anything right now. "Why follow you? Darling you said you wished to explore more of hell." He stated as if that was the most obvious answer. I couldn't stop my brows from squishing together confused. "Well yes. Angie and I were supposed to go shopping yesterday so I can update my wardrobe and get me a new phone but well you appeared and plans got thrown out the window." my eyes widened at my statement "Not that it's a bad thing! We just got distracted and all..."

I didn't know what he wanted with me, why he was here. I had hoped he would continue on with his reasoning. "But...that doesn't explain why you are here with me now."

Chuckling again I felt his large hand pat my head, his clawed fingers digging into my skull and messing up my hair. "I have a proposition for you my dear." My eyes widened as I felt fear start to take over. "Vaggie told me not to make any deals with you." I quickly explained stepping back from his person.

Chuckles escaped his lips as he cackled thoroughly amused by me. "A deal? No, no, no! As much as I would love to own your soul...I have other plans for you my dear."

Shivering, the energy around him grew dark and I knew something bad was going to happen. Was he going to kill me? Because I said he ruined my plans with Angel to go fucking shopping?! Almost instantly again the air returned to normal. "I require an assistant. My days are rather hectic if you can imagine." He placed a hand at the small of my back guiding me to another aisle.

"I like the cut of your jib." Squinting my brows I had heard that expression by reading it several times but had never had someone actually say that to me. "Would you like the job?"

I couldn't believe he was asking me for a job. 'I mean what choice do I have, really. He can kill me like that! But didn't he say he wouldn't hurt anyone at the hotel? But we aren't at the hotel right now! He could kill me and say I just ran off.'

"Can I think about it? My hands are tied with the Hotel right now and I..." I didn't get to finish. He spun around throwing his hands out practically blocking the exit to the aisle. "Whats to think about? This is the opportunity most would die for." Chills ran down my spine as his dark gaze stared me down. "Er...Why me though?"

His unwavering smile sent me into a small panic. I don't know what I would do if I did end up working for him. "You stated you would like to travel through hell, I have business all through the nine circles. I believe we would make a spectacular team, don't you agree?" His face was so close to mine now. His breath mingled with my own, I felt so small. The man had to be over seven feet tall and I wasn't that small to begin with! I'm only five six for crying out loud!

"When someone offers you a wonderful position it's rude to not take it." his voice was growing dark as well as the aisle. My hands shook here was this tall and powerful lion and I was just a mere little mouse. Trapped within his claws as he played with his prey. If I say no I'm dead. If I say yes he could make my undead life miserable. I don't see an option out of this!

"Thank you," I whisper softly, unable to speak any louder. I hated feeling so small, I hated feeling so powerless. I felt trapped in my skin, my limbs and lungs turning to stone as I'm trapped under his gaze. If I could disappear I would.

His red eyes lowered down my body then back up. I'd say that he was checking me out but that couldn't be possible. "Wonderful!" He backed away from my person completely giving me the space to breathe. I could feel my heart slamming in my chest, the sense to faint was high but I couldn't. Not right now. I needed to finish my shopping then get back to the hotel.

Extending his hand to me I stare at the appendage confused. "Shake darling." he smirked, speaking as if I was a dumb animal not able to understand common english. Slowly I place my hand in his. I didn't make a deal, this should be fine...right?

"Ah!" My heart rate skyrocketed feeling his fingers grip tightly around my wrist as a green flame wrapped around our skin. I couldn't pull away even! Pain erupted in my back as the green fire continued. I felt as if my knees were going to buckle. I couldn't breathe. This pain was unbearable. Knives digging deep into my back carving away at my skin, my throat felt like it was closing in me. Was I dying again?

What was happening to me! Struggling I finally was able pull my hand free gasping for air. My hand instantly went to my shoulder feeling my back searching for the source of the pain as I officially fell to the ground. He looked even larger from this angle. "Darling, don't look so frightened." he chuckles squatting down to my level. "I-I...You...what did you do to me." I whispered trying to back away from him.

"I merely bound you." Alastor chuckles, finding my terror laughable. His fingers pulled at a random strand of my hair twisting and twirling it between his fingers. " Bound me?!" Nodding his head he stood back to his full height. I could feel tears threatening to fall. "But of course! You'll simply appear beside me when I call. You'll see, nothing to fret over darling."

I stared at the floor as I tried to wrap my head around what he just said. Bound me. He bound me to him. "Isn't that just the same as stealing my soul?" Another fit of chuckles left his lips. "Of course not! You just don't have a part of it." I could feel my eye start to twitch. He owned a part of my soul? What the hell does this even mean?

My head was pounding in my skull. "Now then, off the floor my dear." His hand was in my face again offering an arm to help me up? I don't know but I'd rather get up on my own then have him touch me again. Slowly and on shaky legs I was able to stand at my full height again. My body shook as I tried to collect myself again. Forcing myself not to cry.

Was it even possible to own part of someone's soul? I don't think it's like a fucking sandwhich where you can tear it apart and give it to whoever you wanted to. "After we finish here, we'll head to my tailor." He walked off hands behind his back leaving me in the aisle completely.

I wanted this to be a dream, this entire encounter couldn't be real but the pain on my back still stung. I need to get to my bed and crawl under my covers and never come out.

Slowly walking away from my spot, my body moved on auto pilot as I met up with the demon. After everything was gathered he took my bag of food and it disappeared in a black void! "Wait I..." it was too late. "I needed to pay for those..." I mumble staring at the spot.

"This is hell darling, it is sweet how innocent you are." he placed his large hand on the small of my back sending chills down my spine once again. "Come now, we must speak with Robert about my suit. And remember darling, Smile." nodding I force a small smile earning a nod of approval from the man beside me.

"We will have to fix your attire as well...hmmm." his red eyes looked me over once again. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" I mumble taking a step away from him. I was wearing a sweatshirt two sizes too large and black leggings. "As my personal assistant you'll have to represent me out in public. I can't have you destroying my image." He was quick to explain, hand still pressed to his chin as he thought of an outfit.

I yelp feeling him grab my hand, spinning me around and I was in an entirely new outfit again. I don't know how he was able to do this but fuck it was weird. "Better," nodding his head he let go of my hand leaving my head spinning. I needed some fucking ice cream after I'm done with this day.

"Come along my darling, places to go. People to see." he sang now the next street over. I practically ran to catch up to him quickly, noticing my feet had short black heels as well as my new outfit. I felt strange. I was in this red polka dot, no not polka dot, I wasn't sure. It looked like something I would wear to a tea party though. The dress ended at my knees. It was hugging my waist showing off curves I didn't think I had.

"Admiring yourself darling?"

"I feel like I'm about to go to a tea party." chuckles left his lips again as we walked at a normal pace. "This was quite the fashion before I passed." Looking down at myself again I looked over every inch I could. "I feel naked." I mumble not liking that I was in a dress. I wasn't a big fan of dresses. It was rare for me to ever wear a dress.

I liked my comfy clothes, my leggings and sweatshirts. "Would you prefer it if you were?"

"NO!" I shudder fearing for my safety. "Alrighty then!" I chose not to speak anymore, I honestly felt more like a doll than anything. Having Alastor choose my clothes and have me follow him around left and right. I hope I can just sleep this away tonight. Theres no actual way that Alastor owns me. Right?

We stopped outside a small shop with a nice wool suit in the window. The dark coloring look of the material looked beautiful. I'd love to get a closer look at the stitching to see if this Robert guy had messed up the stitching in this one as well. Maybe it was just for display and it was the best one he had? Or maybe the tailor just messed up on Alastors suit jacket. It can happen but when you've done Tailoring for as long as most tailors they are known to be masters of their craft.

"Alastor welcome back my friend." the demon was purple in color wearing a white button up and tan pants. His white hair and horns stuck out the top of his head. Measuring tape hung around his neck and on his right wrist there was a pin cushion with a few pins sticking out. He looked like he was a simple fellow who was just trying to make a living.

Robert stepped away from his work and walked towards the counter smiling at Alastor. "Robert~" biting my bottom lip I watched Alastor walk towards the smaller demon. "I am in need of your assistance." His red eyes snapped my direction and I was quick to be at his side. The demon looked me over before turning his attention back to Alastor.

Wish shaky hands I helped Alastor out of his suit jacket and watched him place the fabric on the counter. "What seems to be the problem?" He looked over the material confused. "My assistant pointed out an error in your part." I feel a push on my lower back. "Er..." Robert didn't look happy, glaring down at me now. "Well um." Glancing up at Alastor he was smirking watching me now. "Right here and here." I shook my head moving the fabric of his jacket to show the problems.

Now that I had another look there was bunching hidden in several parts of his jacket. "You're stitching, it looks like you got tired and just skipped over fixing these mistakes." I state running my fingers over the warm material.

"Alastor, my friend. You shouldn't listen to little girls who don't know a thing about tailoring." He growls glaring at me. I could feel my eye twitch at being called a little girl. "I'll have you know I know more about suits than you think, Robert." I snapped. Spinning to Alastor I stare up at him. "While wearing this did it feel like it was bunching in areas? Or ever if something was sticking out and you couldn't figure out where."

He nodded and faced his stare at Robert. "There's nothing wrong with your jacket Alastor." Robert denies again. "Where did you even find this girl?" I held my tongue from lashing out at him. I desperately wanted to bash his face into the glass counter but held myself back. "You doubt my assistant?" He cocked his head to the right. His voice getting darker. "Of course. We've been partners for twenty years my friend." Robert shifted behind the counter.

"You choose to stick with your lies? Lying to my face?" shivers danced across my skin, it felt as if bees were crawling up and down my back. "Well um...Alastor please you can't trust this child. I would never..."

"Fix your mistake." The entire room was glowing red now. I couldn't breathe. The air was so thick. "Of course." Robert shook where he stood, sweat dripping from his brow. He looked like he was about to pee his pants. The room returned to normal and Alastor straightened himself up. "Wonderful." I cringe feeling his large heavy hands land on my shoulders. "And Robert."

The shaking demon stared up at my new boss terrified. "Do not ever doubt my assistant again." his grip on my shoulders tightened sending another shudder through my body. "Y-yes sir."

Nodding Alastor pulled us away from the counter as Robert got to work on fixing Alastor's jacket right away. "Lovely fellow, shame he thinks he could insult you." Looking up at the demon confused he showed his yellow sharp teeth as he stared at the other style suits. "I...why is it a shame?"

That brought his attention to me now. "My dear, don't you know?" shaking my head, his smile looked almost genuine for a moment. Not the normal smile I was used to. "Two reasons darling." He held one hand up with one finger raised "By insulting you, he is insulting me in the process and my judgment. You are my assistant after all." nodding slowly I wasn't sure how to feel. This terrifying man was so confusing. "And two, a gentleman should never insult a lady. Especially if I find interest in said lady.Now then! What do you think of this style?"

My head was swimming again. I watched Alastor look over the material of another suit jacket as if he didn't just say he found me interesting. Hesitantly I took the material and held it against his body trying desperately to ignore the eyes staring down at me. "What style do you normally prefer? Wool? Double breasted? Slim fits? I can see you wearing either Linen Suits or Wool."

"Double breasted dear me I never found the occasion to wear one." Nodding I put the suit back on the rack and moved to look through what was provided. "Single breasted, you might look good in this slim fit. Do you prefer a specific design?"

I pulled out a pinstripe, solid color, houndstooth which looked like a smaller version of a checkered print, I didn't bother taking out the plaid one. No one ever looks good in plaid suits in my opinion. I caught Robert looking over watching the two of us as Alastor modeled suit jackets for me. I was trying to give him my honest opinion but it was his opinion on what he liked best.

I'll have to ask Charlie if it was possible to own part of a soul. I hope there's a way to get out of this. I mean, there has to be.