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Chapter Four: A Face to the Name

TW/CW: cursing, regular HH stuff

Disclaimer: I don’t own the song or any of the HH characters

Walking out of Cannibal town to the center of the city, (Y/N) sighed as she cracked her knuckles. Sinners made sure to steer clear of the siren’s path, knowing what power she possessed.

Turning into an alley way, a shadow figure appeared on a blood-stained brick wall. It eyes narrowed at the direction she took, immediately creeping up to the alley way, it entered it cautiously. Scanning the area, it raised a brow and scratched its head in confusion only to jump when it felt a blast of light hit its stomach.

“You’re pulling my leg, right?” (Y/N) asked, appearing from her hidden place in the shadows, a powerful light beam coming from her palm. “You really think I wouldn’t notice some… thing following me?”

The shadow figure just shrugged its shoulders with its hand raised.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, shaking her hand to get rid of the light coming from her hand. “Tell whoever or whatever sent you that it’s not gonna get the upper hand on me.” She ordered, glancing down at the now permanent hole in the creatures stomach. “I’ve been here way too long for something like that.”

The shadow shook for a moment before slowly melting away, the Siren humming as it disappeared. She then made her way back to her original path, adjusting the skirt she was wearing as she did so.

Meanwhile, Alastor was at this radio station where he boasted his current broadcasts. Currently, his broadcasts consisted terryfying screams of past Overlords as he viciously killed them. It gave him a sick pleasure to know that other demons were listening to station.

Cleaning his staff, his gaze didn’t move away when he saw a shadow standing in front of him from his peripheral vision. “So,” he hummed with his signature smiled plastered on his face as he looked at it, “what did you find?” The shadows whispered incoherently, Alastor raising a brow as he looked at the hole that was in the creature’s stomach. When the shadow was done explaining, Alastor’s smile was tense as he snapped his fingers, the shadow disappearing.

When he was alone, the demon sighed heavily as he sat his staff to the side. Moving from his chair, he folded his hands behind his back as he moved to the window. His radio station was disguised to look like a regular apartment building, that way no passing demons would get any ideas.

Thinking about how his shadow explained how the siren had gotten the upper-hand on it, Alastor couldn’t help but feel… intrigued? Not even the most powerful overlords could dominate his shadow creations, so what made this one so different? He then thought back to Rosie’s words from earlier that day.

“And while it may not have seemed like it, (Y/N) can give you a run for your money. The same with her sisters.”

“I see then…” he hummed, his voice becoming more radio-like. Slowly, his eyes shifted into radio dials as his frame grew. A bright red glowing aura surrounded him as his staff came running to his fist. “I think it’s time for the public put a face to the Radio Demon.”

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Entering a studio building, (Y/N) cringed when she heard some sort of off pitch singing coming from one of the recording booths.

Her and her sisters have been running a “record label” for a little while, just for some sort of side-hustle. Even though the three haven’t found a single soul that can even compare, much less compete with them.

“Stop! Stop!” Regina yelled, having had enough of listen to the demon. Immediately, the man closed his mouth, his eyes widened. “You really think you’re going to impress us with some Frank Sinatra cover that’s five cents flat?! Give us a break!” The green demon scoffed, the blue sister nodding from her seat.

“Yeah, it was rough.”

“Get out of my studio!” Regina hissed, her nails tapping harshly on the electric equipment. “If I were you, I would go fuck up the whipper-snapper that put the idea that you had an ounce of talent in your head!”

Crying at this point, the demon ran out of the recording booth and past (Y/N). The younger sister stared after him before moving her gaze to Regina.

“Absolutely ridiculous.” The eldest scoffed, rubbing the sides of her temple in annoyance. “Why can’t people just be good? Is it really that hard?”

“Now Regina,” Mary hummed, crossing one leg over the other, “not everyone can be as talented as us.”

“Well obviously.” The green demon snapped, rolling her eyes as she pushed herself out of her chair. “But we have zero clients! Zero. How are we supposed to run a successful business without any clients!” At this point, her eyes were glowing a bright shade of green, giving a dangerous aura. Her crystal was almost blinding as it refracted in the light.

“Regina, darling,” (Y/N) sighed, rushing over to her sister. Taking her hands, she did her best to calm her older sister down, “deep breaths. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Yeah?” Copying her words, the green lights slowly dimmed down. But this didn’t mean she was totally calm, just less irritated than she was before.

“Right.” She said shortly, moving her long hair over her shoulder as she combed through it with her sharp nails. “How was Rosie’s by the way? Did she convert you to the ‘lovely’ ways of cannibalism.”

“No.” (Y/N) sighed with an eye roll. “Though, something strange did happen on the way here though. I was being followed by this shadow thing.”

“Was it the Overlord Killer?” Mary asked in her more raspier voice.

“Possibly? I’m not quite sure. Though I made sure to send it back wherever it came from.”

“That’s what we like to hear.” She chuckled deeply, Regina nodding in approval before speaking again.

“I still can’t get by this Overlord Killer.” Regina hummed, moving to stare out the window. Their studio was located in the center of their district; the Music District. Demons who had a spark for that subject roamed throughout that part of Pentagram City. “I mean, why take down a few measly Overlords when Lucifer is right there?”

“Are you saying that it’s possible for Lucifer to be defeated?” (Y/N) asked in confusion, Regina snorting in amusement.

“Hell no! Of course not!” She laughed, shaking her head. “If the demon even tried, all Lucifer will have to do is snap his fingers and the assaulter would just disappear. Especially since he has a kid now.”

Before a reply could be made, there was a loud static noise coming from the microphone in the booth. Covering her ears at the annoying noise, (Y/N) heard Regina immediately yell at Mary.

“I thought you turned it off!”

“I did!” Mary snapped back, baring her teeth at her sister as she frantically tried to work the soundboard. “But now it’s back on and it won’t turn off! Stupid fucking blasted technology!”

(Y/N) winced as the pitch got higher, looking at the sound booth only to see a black shadowy substance come through the microphone. Raising a brow, she almost missed how the static became less quiet before an incoherent voice could be heard… singing.

As the girls grouped next to each other, the shadow became taller as the voice could be comprehensible. The male voice was singing no words, just a small little tune it sounded like to (Y/N).

“Doo doodle-oo doo

Doo doodle-oo doo

Doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo”

Finally the shadow was formed completely, reveling the outline of the mysterious form. (Y/N) furrowed her brows, thinking she recognized him from somewhere but couldn’t quite place her finger on it. Until the shadow snapped his fingers, finally revealing who he was. The tall, red demon was none other than the Alastor she had met at Rosie’s that day. The three could only watch in surprise as the demon finished his song.

“Who cares what they're wearing on Main Street or Saville Row?

It's what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe that matters

So, Senator, so, janitor

So long for a while

Remember you're never fully dressed

Though you may wear the best

You're never fully dressed without a

Smile

Smile!!!

Smile darn ya, smile!”

When he was done with his song, lots of clapping and cheering could be heard, but yet there was no one there watching him except the three sisters. The tall demon had a pleasant smile on his face as he stepped out of the recording booth, taking a deep bow. “Thank you! Thank you! It was an honor to perform for you, yes indeed!” As he revealed in the invisible audience, the three sisters shared a look.

“And… who are you?” Regina questioned, the cheering and clapping coming to halt immediately as Alastor laid his wide eyes on her.

“Oh, how rude of me to not introduce myself! The name’s Alastor, an honor to meet you three!” He exclaimed, shaking Regina’s hand and then Mary’s vigorously. But when he got to (Y/N), his smile widened as he took her hand. “But of course, we’ve already met. Haven’t we dear?” Feeling her cheeks heating up at being called out, she smiled awkwardly at her sisters.

“What does he mean by that?” Mary asked, raising a brow.

“He was at Rosie’s.” She shrugged, taking her hand away and moving go stand next to her sisters.

“Well, sir,” Regina began, making sure to be on guard, “how can we help you? You want money? Power?”

“Oh no!” He laughed, a cane appearing in his hand as he twirled it before setting it on the ground with a thud. “I have plenty of power, trust me. I just acquire some… assistance.”

“Assistance of what kind?” (Y/N) asked, crossing her arms. Alastor’s eyes landed on the youngest girl, his smile almost widening at her question.

“I am oh-so glad you asked, dear!” He hummed, folding his hands behind her back. “I want your help in me joining the Overlord Committee.”

“And what makes you think we can help with that?” Mary sighed, becoming bored with the situation now.

“Well, my dear Rosie told me you three are probably one of the most toughest Overlords in Hell!” He explained. “And I concluded with you influence it would be a piece of cake for me to join.”

The three stared at the smiling demon for a moment, each of them flabbergasted at his request. Finally, Regina took a step forward, putting a hand on her chest as she cleared her throat. “Listen, Alastor right?” At her question, (Y/N) swore she saw his eyes twitch. “Even if we wanted to help you join, Carmilla’s in charge of that stuff. We try not to…”

“Give any shits.”

“Yes, thank you Mary. Very classy.” Regina sighed, regrading from rolling her eyes as she stared at the red man. “And besides, we haven’t really exactly heard of you until right now. What makes you so dangerous that you should be considered an Overlord?”

(Y/N) swallowed a bit when she saw his grin turn more darker, the taller man leaning down to face Regina. The green demon pursed her lips at his expression, tilting her head as she waited. “Tell me, my fellow green demon,” Alastor began, his voice becoming darker, “who do you think has been taking care of your fellow Overlords?”

At this rebuttal, the three froze in their places. Did he just admit to killing their fellow colleagues? No way. Seeing their scared expressions, Alastor straightened back up, twirling his can in amusement as he looked around the studio. “I must say, what an interesting set-up you got here! Do you get clients often?”

“Hold the phone!” Mary snapped, Alastor raising a brow as he snapped his fingers, a red landline appearing in his palm. “What? No, not literally!” She scoffed at him, the demon humming as he snapped his fingers again which made the phone disappear.

“You’re the Overlord Killer?” (Y/N) spoke up in confusion. “But you seemed so… well, non-threatening at Rosie’s Emporium.”

“Oh my dear!” He laughed again, setting a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t even know half of what I’m capable of!”

Regina, who had been standing there in silence previously, hummed lightly in thought. “I see…” she trailed off, walking over to the demon. “Well, Alastor, if we get you on the council, what’s in it for us?”

“Well anything you want!” He exclaimed. “More power, protection. You name it!”

“We have plenty of power, and we’re already protected by the big boss himself.” Regina mumbled, looking at her sisters. “Let us… discuss. Yes?”

Dragging Mary and (Y/N) by the wrist, she led them to their spacious bathroom before slamming the door shut behind her. Locking the doorknob, she turned to her sisters with a deadly serious look on her face. “Well?”

“Well? What do you mean well?” Mary hissed, flailing her hand to the direction of the wall. “He’s a sociopath!”

“This is Hell, Mary.” Regina replied flatly. “And besides, if we don’t help him, who’s to say he won’t hesitate to slaughter us and broadcast our screams throughout Hell? Hmm?”

“I’d like to see him try.” She huffed, sitting on the the sink begrudgingly. Regina rolled her eyes at her sister’s attitude before looking at (Y/N).

“What do you think, little sister?” Regina asked, the pink demon being caught off guard.

“You want to know what I think?” She asked, Regina rolling her eyes but nodding nonetheless. (Y/N) swallowed a bit, running a hand through her hair as she thought it over. She had met Alastor twice without knowing he was the Overlord Killer, and both times she didn’t seem him as a threat. But now…

“(Y/N)?” Regina asked again, growing impatient for an answer.

“I think… it would be in our best interest for him to become an Overlord.” She answered, Mary groaning a bit at the statement.

“It’s settled then.” Regina said, turning to unlock the door. Opening it, the three almost jumped out of their skin when they saw Alastor standing in front of the door, his signature grin on his face.

“Sooooooo?” He asked, tilting his head a bit as he waited for an answer.

Regina closed her eyes as she took a deep breath before sighing. Raising her hand, the looked the tall demon in the eyes before speaking. “In exchange for an ally-ship, nothing more than that, we will help you become an Ovelord.”

Alastor chuckled as he shook her hand, a mix of green and red light emitting from their connected hands.

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