#ashesofthehazbindream
He stood encased in silence, though his heart began to break
The first real crack in decades that a soul could ever make
He did not wrap his arms around her, nor did he turn to fly
But a glint of silver gathered in the corner of his eye
The static of his presence wavered, thin and out of tune
Like a lonely radio playing to a cold and blood-red moon
He felt the warmth she offered, the salt upon her skin
Yet even as his spirit wept, he maintained that jagged grin
He stood encased in silence, though his heart began to break
The first real crack in decades that a soul could ever make
He did not wrap his arms around her, nor did he turn to fly
But a glint of silver gathered in the corner of his eye
The static of his presence wavered, thin and out of tune
Like a lonely radio playing to a cold and blood-red moon
He felt the warmth she offered, the salt upon her skin
Yet even as his spirit wept, he maintained that jagged grin
A tear escaped, a traitor to his carefully crafted art
But the smile remained unwavering, tearing him apart
He knew the world expected him to be the one they saw
So the grin held fast, a prison built by his own law
The static grew around him, a shield against the pain
A broadcast of indifference, a desperate, silent rain
And though his eyes betrayed the storm that raged within his soul
The grin stayed fixed, a testament to his unbreakable control
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 2:04 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
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
The static died to a low hum as she crossed the scorched divide
The fury in her golden veins pushed suddenly aside
She didn't stop to question how he’d braved the holy spear
She only knew the silence broke because he now was near
Through the ash and bitter smoke, she ran with desperate pace
Ignoring all the soot and blood that stained his smiling face
She reached him in a flurry, a ghost of what she’d been
And pressed her lips against the mouth of that eternal grin
The Radio Demon froze in place, his antlers rigid high
As green and crimson lightning sparked across the velvet sky
A touch of warmth, a human spark, amidst the cold decay
The first soft thing she’d felt since all the rest were torn away
He didn't pull away this time, nor mock her with a jest
His static softened to a beat within his hollow chest
In the ruins of their dream, where death had left its mark
Two monsters held each other in the gathering of the dark
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC