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The sound of static filled the room as the familiar face of Alastor stepped into the hotel parlor, jolting Sir Pentious out of his momentary slump. After getting caught during the whole debacle with Vox's camera, the serpent had spent the past few nights sleepless; despite making amends with Charlie, at the very least, he still didn't feel safe in the hotel. He had to adjust, especially after being given such mercy. While the others were slowly getting used to him, it seemed one person still had it out for him.

Uneasily, Pentious looked up - but offered a nervous smile, followed by a wave at the radio demon. "Oh! H-Hello, Alastor - lovely to see you again. I didn't expect to find you up this late at night...I see you repaired your coat." The serpent fumbled for words, gulping as he leaned away from the demon; who seemed fixated on him above all else. Pentious had done everything he could to avoid Alastor the past few days, fearful of being caught alone with the demon - and it seemed that tonight, luck wasn't in his favor in that department.

Alastor's gaze drifted downward to his coat, which had since been fixed; his crimson eyes flickered back to Pentious with that ever-present grin as he chuckled, his voice warbled by the static as he spoke.

"Indeed; I'll admit, I'm surprised you even got a single scrap off of me."

Pentious flinched a little, rubbing the back of his neck; with Alastor's cheery tone and constant smile, he was a difficult demon to read. But yet, he had a gut feeling that he was still on the guy's shitlist.

"R-Right, well - I did apologize for that! Charlie has been teaching me-"

"I know." Alastor's ears twitched, staff moving from one hand to the other as he slightly leaned against it. A faint, red hue pulsed from the center; almost as if the device was overflowing with its magical prowess. "You apologized for the coat, and having the audacity to attack me; but you missed one more thing, my slippery little friend."

The serpent blinked, the confusion evident in his gaze as he stared at the demon. He had done everything right, hadn't he? Charlie had given him another chance to stay after his mishap, and he had owned up to his mistake in attacking Alastor - wasn't that enough?

"W-What? I don't quite understand what else I have to apologize for-"

"Of course you don't! It doesn't seem that you've learned much, despite Miss Morningstar's preachings." Alastor purred, tilting his head sharply as he spun his staff; the red hue shot out, outlining the serpent where he sat on the parlor couch. A yelp escaped him as he found himself immobile, encased by the magic hue. "W-Wait! What are you doing?!"

"Teaching you a lesson, silly! You never apologized for endangering this hotel."

As Alastor's spoke, his gaze darkened; flickers of static shot around the demon, encircling him in blink-and-miss flashes of demonic symbols. He clenched his free fist, and the staff clutched in his other hand hummed with power.

Across from him, Sir Pentious was beginning to feel...well, strange. His body felt strained and uncomfortable, his head pounding and a dizzying sensation washing over him, while the world around the demon seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. The couch, the pillows, the paintings...and Alastor .

But, just as quickly as it had begun, it stopped - the red hue encasing Pentious faded away, allowing him to move again. Gaping, the serpent shook his head, trying to clear it as he slithered back against the couch. "W-What have you done to me, you heathen?! Huh...?" Blinking away the dizziness, Pentious glanced around in groggy confusion; his body still felt out of sorts, and his headache still plagued him. Looking up, his eyes widened; first in shock, then in abject horror as he realized Alastor was looming over him - and the scale was undeniable.

"Oh, nothing too serious; you'll be alright. How are you feeling, my little friend?"

For a moment, Pentious couldn't breathe at the realization that he was the size of a mouse, roughly - tiny in comparison to the massive radio demon above him.

"It's been so long since I shrunk anyone; far too long indeed..."

Alastor's grin said it all; after all, a smile was worth a thousand words - but none of them could describe the terror shooting through Pentious in that instant. Shakily, the little serpent pressed his back against the giant couch, trembling as a whimper escaped him.

"Y-You shrank me? You can't keep me like this; and Charlie's already forgiven me for everything! I-I don't want to hurt anyone at the hotel anymore! I'm trying to better myself, Charlie said I could-" "Be redeemed? Oh, please; you don't stand a chance. At least, not right now. You still have a great deal to learn, Pentious; allow me to teach something Miss Morningstar would never dream of in her lifetime."

The radio demon leaned over the couch, gazing down at the little demon at his mercy with the same toothy smile. As he spotted the tears welling up in Pentious' eyes, a chuckle escaped the radio demon; one of amusement, mixed with a touch of disgust.

" Pathetic ."

"A-Alastor, I'd like to go back to my room-"

"Not until I'm done with you, little one. You know, there's something I've wanted to ask you ever since you arrived at this hotel.."

Mischief shone in the demon's eyes as he fixed his gaze upon the trembling serpent; and much to Pentious' horror, his tongue slipped out, swiping across his lips slowly.

" How do you taste, Pentious? "

Sir Pentious had never slithered so fast in his life.

In a jolt of panicked movement, the serpent frantically dove to the side, moving across the plush couch in a slithering, slippery mess of coils. Alastor's hand shot out in an attempt to grab the little serpent, missing him by a mere inch. A quick glance over the shrunken demon's shoulder revealed Alastor grinning as he leaned over the couch, his head snapping unnaturally to the side in search of his fleeing quarry.

"Ah, ah, ah...Come now, I'm not going to hurt you ."

"G-Get away from me! Charlie! Vaggie, Angel Dust-" The serpent's panicked cries rang out as he slithered down the couch leg, frantically darting across the floor. "Help me!" Despite his wails, the little demon's voice wasn't as loud as he had hoped thanks to his new size. With a blur of movement and shifting shadows swirling amongst the parlor furniture, Alastor chased the demon across the floor; each time a strand of shadow reached for him, Pentious would scramble away in the opposite direction.

"Oh, hush; no one's coming for you. Now, stay still.."

The demon's form briefly popped up by the entrance of the parlor, before it melded back into the shadowy floor as Pentious slithered this way and that; disoriented. However, the scramble didn't last too long as a shadowy tendril rose up from the floor and swung toward the serpent; slamming against him and sending the tiny demon flying until he hit the opposite wall with a tiny thunk.

Pentious cried out as he slammed into the wall, his head spinning a he tried to sit up. Alastor manifested in front of him, leaning down; he pinched two fingers around the serpent's long, slimy tail - and hoisted him up into the air.

A groggy groan escaped the serpent as he squirmed, weakly at first until his throbbing head began to clear. However, as he managed to open his eyes, a cry of terror escaped him as he found himself face to face with Alastor.

"Let's make this easy, shall we?"

"N-No! No, put me down! Please-"

Alastor's lip twitched into an even wider grin as he snickered, his hungry gaze fixated on the serpent.

"As you wish, Pentious."

The radio demon parted his jaws wide, revealing the slimy cavern of his jaws inside - lined with gold, shark-like teeth, a twitching pink tongue, and deep, shadowy gullet at the very back.

"No! No, no, wait! Alastor, I'm sorry!" Pentious' cry fell on deaf ears as the little serpent was lowered slowly toward the demon's jaws, horrified as he struggled and thrashed in Alastor's grip. Frantically, he attempted to lash out with the hypnotic eyes of his frills before; but they didn't seem to have any effect on the Overlord. Even then, it was far too late; the serpent soon found himself in the humid cavern, breath rancid with the scent of death and rotting meat. Alastor's lips closed around his upper half, allowing his tail to swish and wriggle outside for a moment - until the demon slurped it inside with ease and a pleased little hum.

Squirming along Alastor's tongue, the serpent wailed as he struggled; feeling himself get shoved as the demon savored him like a mere morsel, not unlike the pieces of rotting flesh he scarfed down on the daily. "W-Wait, please! D-Don't do this-" Pentious gasped, scrabbling as he found himself slipping back toward Alastor's gullet once his tasting tongue let up. Horrified, the little demon did everything he could to try and stop his descent as his tail reached the back of Alastor's throat. Gravity shifted as the demon tilted his head back and swallowed thickly, tugging Pentious' tail down the dark tunnel below - the muscles of his throat eagerly working at the morsel attached to the rest of said tail.

Crying out and clawing at the back of Alastor's tongue, Pentious felt himself get tugged down even further; his head brushing against the dangling uvula above. Another swallow forced Alastor's tongue to arch up a little, squishing the serpent against the swinging bulb. As the muscles of his throat tugged and pulled at the new treat, Pentious felt himself get yanked back yet again - squished against the back of the demon's tongue and his hungry gullet for a moment longer. Everything felt tight and constricting, almost painful from the pressure of it all; and it seemed that Alastor was taking his sweet time with it too.

Just when Pentious thought he couldn't handle the pressure any longer, a final gulp sent the rest of him down the demon's gullet. From the outside, the satisfied radio demon placed a finger to the bulge along his throat; feeling the serpent's slimy form slip down with ease until it disappeared from sight, and a contented sigh escaped him.

Shaking, Pentious squirmed as he was forced down Alastor's gullet; the slimy tunnel squeezed him from all sides, while the gurgles from down below served as a horrific reminder of his future destination. Before long, the little demon dropped into the demon's cavernous belly - but the sight inside was just as terrifying as the whole ordeal. Filled with dark liquid, the slimy stomach walls were lined with crimson, demonic eyes; and the sound of static and cries filled Pentious' ears. Was this where those broadcast victims ended up in their final moments?

Overwhelmed by the sights and sounds, Pentious frantically cried out as he slammed into the slimy walls, pawing and clawing as much as he could before holding his head in his hands, hyperventilating as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"L-Let me out! I'm sorry! Please, Alastor, have mercy! "

Alastor simply smiled, twirling his staff in his hand while the other hovered over his abdomen - ears twitching at the lovely wails from within.

"Mmm... no. Consider this your first real lesson at this hotel. I think you'll find that I'm an excellent teacher."

With that, the radio demon turned away and stepped out of the parlor with a pleased sway in his step - only to freeze as the sound of Miss Morningstar's familiar voice reached his ears, coming from the stairwell.

"Alastor? I thought I heard someone down in the parlor...Where's Sir Pentious?"

As his gaze met Charlie's, the sound of Pentious' terrified wails could be heard - muffled from the layers separating the serpent from the outside world.

The horrified look on Charlie's face said it all.

"...Fuck."