It has been over seventy years since the first time he met Rosie, and the Overlord of Cannibal Town has become perhaps his only actual friend here in Hell. The years saw them become closer and closer-- he saw her through Franklin's disappearance and she saw him through taking a seat in the ruling overlord's council.
She is one of the only ones he permits to hug and squeeze him first, consistently using the ridiculous deer pun themed gifts she sends his way with amusement. They spend many contented hours chatting, and before his disappearance Alastor was a regular fixture of Cannibal Town.
Less so now.
His Deal has constraints, and he doesn't want to spend one-on-one time with Rosie when she might actually ask questions that he cannot answer. Yet-- she is the only one he can go to now. The only one he can trust (ha... trust... ridiculous, does he really trust her?) to assist him and not use the opportunity to rid Hell of the troublesome Radio Demon for a second time.
Even after all this time, he will never accept a favour for free, and so he plans meticulously before he comes. He told Charlie that he would dispose of Adam's remains... she doesn't need to know that most of him is now frozen in packets for him to savour. With the exception of his two large golden wings, gloriously bright in colour even after death, and so different from common exorcist wings. Those are packaged in a display box and held out of sight in the shadows by his power, ready to be brought forth.
Too much exertion is still a struggle, and the edges of his smile are pulled taut when he enters Rosie's Emporium, an impatient crackle of static already chasing a few of the nearer customers away and out of his path. But even with the urgency, he remembers his manners and waits at the back of the queue for her to notice him; this is her territory and these are her people, he will not shame or belittle her by forcing things.
Friend in need
She is one of the only ones he permits to hug and squeeze him first, consistently using the ridiculous deer pun themed gifts she sends his way with amusement. They spend many contented hours chatting, and before his disappearance Alastor was a regular fixture of Cannibal Town.
Less so now.
His Deal has constraints, and he doesn't want to spend one-on-one time with Rosie when she might actually ask questions that he cannot answer. Yet-- she is the only one he can go to now. The only one he can trust (ha... trust... ridiculous, does he really trust her?) to assist him and not use the opportunity to rid Hell of the troublesome Radio Demon for a second time.
Even after all this time, he will never accept a favour for free, and so he plans meticulously before he comes. He told Charlie that he would dispose of Adam's remains... she doesn't need to know that most of him is now frozen in packets for him to savour. With the exception of his two large golden wings, gloriously bright in colour even after death, and so different from common exorcist wings. Those are packaged in a display box and held out of sight in the shadows by his power, ready to be brought forth.
Too much exertion is still a struggle, and the edges of his smile are pulled taut when he enters Rosie's Emporium, an impatient crackle of static already chasing a few of the nearer customers away and out of his path. But even with the urgency, he remembers his manners and waits at the back of the queue for her to notice him; this is her territory and these are her people, he will not shame or belittle her by forcing things.