The crimson haze began to clear as static filled her ears
A rhythmic, scratching melody that cut through all her fears
She turned to see the silhouette amidst the drifting smoke
And for a fleeting heartbeat, the spell of fury broke
The shadow stretched, the antlers rose, the dial-tone hummed deep
A presence from the rubble that the grave refused to keep
"Alastor?" she whispered, her voice a fractured thing
While shadows danced around him like a puppet on a string
He brushed the soot from off his sleeve and straightened out his bow
His eyes like glowing radio dials, a terrifying glow
"Why, Charlie, dear, you look surprised! Did you think the show was through?
The curtains may have fallen, but I'm still here with you."
The fire in her heart flickered, a mix of hope and dread
To find a living soul among the mountains of the dead
But as he grinned his jagged grin, she saw the truth so plain
The Demon hadn't come to mourn, but to revel in the reign
She clutched her hands, her knuckles white, her power pulsing red
The only friend still standing where the others lay in bed
A partner in the wreckage, a witness to the fall
As the Radio Demon’s laughter echoed through the hollowed hall
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
The crimson haze began to clear as static filled her ears
A rhythmic, scratching melody that cut through all her fears
She turned to see the silhouette amidst the drifting smoke
And for a fleeting heartbeat, the spell of fury broke
The shadow stretched, the antlers rose, the dial-tone hummed deep
A presence from the rubble that the grave refused to keep
"Alastor?" she whispered, her voice a fractured thing
While shadows danced around him like a puppet on a string
He brushed the soot from off his sleeve and straightened out his bow
His eyes like glowing radio dials, a terrifying glow
"Why, Charlie, dear, you look surprised! Did you think the show was through?
The curtains may have fallen, but I'm still here with you."
The fire in her heart flickered, a mix of hope and dread
To find a living soul among the mountains of the dead
But as he grinned his jagged grin, she saw the truth so plain
The Demon hadn't come to mourn, but to revel in the reign
She clutched her hands, her knuckles white, her power pulsing red
The only friend still standing where the others lay in bed
A partner in the wreckage, a witness to the fall
As the Radio Demon’s laughter echoed through the hollowed hall
