5 Months Ago
Job was on the floor of the attic in the house next to his, scratching a symbol into the floor around, of all things, a Boom Box he had bought from a thrift store near his home. And, as per the instructions on the posts he had found online, there were no batteries in it. No power for the Radio was...apparently a big deal for this ritual? Look, he had lost the bidding on the Goetia Grimoire he's working with limited information from less than reputable sources..
Anyway, having finished the symbol, Job lit several red candles in a perfect circle around the Boombox, and spoke. "Come forth, voice of Evil! I have a deal to discuss with you!"
...Nothing seems to happen. No sparks, no sudden activation of the Radio.
"...damnit. Guess thats what I get for using a summoning ritual from the internet"
"Yes in my experience nothing good comes from there, my boy!" Job jumps backwards, surprised by the voice suddenly coming over the boombox's speaker. "Though apparently, even that ridiclous machine sometimes carries some nuggets of truth!"
This is about when Job noticed that his shadow, cast in the light of the candles, had changed. Projected on the nearby wall it had gotten...lankier, and a pair of catlike ears now adorned its head. On top of that, it now had holes, for lack of a better term, in it that seemed to be the shape of eyes and a grinning smile. "Y-your..."
"The Voice of Evil, the Radio Demon, Alastor! Take your pick." The shadow bows as if it had just entered a stage. "Now dear boy, I believe you mentioned a deal?"
Job gulped down some fear before continuing "R-right, sorry I...wasnt actually expecting that to...work. I am Job, and in exchange for the death of my stepfather, I am willing to offer my soul"
"Hmm? All you need from me is a murder?" Alastor's voice piqued with excitement and interest. On the one hand, it had been years since he killed an actual, normal human. On the other hand, he's getting a human soul for free after doing something he's going to enjoy?! This is a win-win! "Deal! Just point me in your stepfather's direction and I will get my work under way!"
"Uh, right...he's next door?" Job stumbled back again as his own shadow seemed to stretch forward and loom over him. "S-should be drunk, asleep and in a wifebeater"
"ugh. Hardly a glamorous victim you've brought me." Alastor passed through the window, turning back to see Job one more time. "I'm off to do the job, I'll be seeing you soon!"
"Soon?" But Al had already left. "...Well, thats something to worry about later"
Shortly before Job's death
Job wasn't brave enough to find out just how Alastor had killed his stepfather. He just knew the old bastard was dead, and for some reason the cops weren't willing to let him see what was left of him. But he got what he wanted...
Mostly. Job is shoved out of the front door of his foster home onto an empty street. He sighs... "You've got to stop doing this"
"What? Entertaining myself?" His shadow morphed into Alastor again "I'm sorry no one up here seems to get my sense of humor, but if you took my advice MAYBE I'd be less bored, dear boy!"
"Advice? You keep trying to convince me to kill random people!"
"Exactly! Think how FUN that would be! I mean you enjoyed your Stepfathers death didn't you?"
"Theres a difference between wanting the guy who had treated me like dirt my whole life dead and wanting to murder random people"
"But you enjoyed it didn't you? How can you possibly not want to have any more of that kind of quality entertainment!?"
"Because I'm not insane?"
"...Quite"The shadow suddenly grabbed onto Job, somehow solid. "Clearly this warmup act isn't working for either of us so lets get to the Main Event"
"W-what are you do-" And with that Alastor shoved Job into traffic. He was, thankfully, instantly taken down by being hit by a bus...
Job woke up after feeling like he was falling for hours upon...what appeared to be a sidetable that was sized for someone many times his size...
"Well, now this is interesting" Job turned around to see...a massive, red-suited, cat eared demon with a wide smile looking down at him... and that voice was one Job was scared to say he recognized... "I wasn't expecting you to be this small, I guess you barely belong down here. But, well, I guess welcome to hell!" He reached down and took Job's arm between two fingers, seemingly only wanting to shake it...only to squeeze, and squeeze until his arm was totally splattered into a red, gorey past on Alastor's fingertips as Job screamed.
"W-what was t-that for!" Job was in more pain than he had ever been before.
"Just breaking you in. You're going to be even a better torture toy than I thought!"
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