The Father of Heaven caught notice of his son and grinned, realizing he was just in time. "Lucifer!"

Lucifer yelped and turned. "OH, SHIT! DAD!"

GM walked over to him. "How was your day, kiddo?"

Lucifer blinked before looking from side to side. "...uhhh. Good!"

And that's when he teleported right into his room, giving GM the signal that he definitely wasn't ready to talk.

"...well, I'm hopelessly crushed." GM said, breathing out fake laughter before he began walking away...until he suddenly stopped.

A familiar radio host then began to speak. "I must say! There is nothing more entertaining to watch than family drama!"

GM turned, his smile having disappeared. "Alastor."

Alastor grinned his signature grin and walked over. "The Big Cheese of Heaven himself knows my name! I must say, I'm honored! Quite honored!"

GM hummed. "Well, you have quite the record of Sins and you were a well known serial killer, Alastor. And I keep track of people like that."

Alastor chuckled. "Come then! Let's talk, shall we? After all, it seems to be what you're good at!"

GM then gave a little smirk and began walking with Alastor into the lobby. "You aren't phased by who you are talking to. Even Husk and Angel were clearly nervous...you even processed I was who I said I was when we first met rather quickly."

Alastor laughed. "I must say, I had my doubts! But your magic was quite impressive!"

"And far surpassing yours." GM said as he took a seat.

Alastor's eye twitched a little at that, but his smile remained as he took a seat across from him. "Well, things like that haven't stopped me from harassing your boy!"

"Oh. I'm well aware." GM said. "He could tear you apart, yet you talk to him as if you're his equal in power. I must say, your lack of fear is admirable."

Alastor chuckled. "Coming from the creator of the known universe? That is quite the compliment!"

GM then snapped his fingers and suddenly, a tray of jambalaya appeared in front of them, with steaming radiating from it. "How about a snack?"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was poisoned!" Alastor laughed. "You do have a history of causing floods and plagues!"

GM hummed as he took a bite of the jambalaya, having summoned silverware and plates. "I was a different God back then...much like how you were a different man so long ago."

Alastor took his own plate and a bite. "Hmmm! This actually brings me back! I must say, you must've ripped out this recipe straight from my mother!"

"I did." GM said.

Alastor was silent for a moment, but his large grin remained. "She never hands that over to just anyone, you know."

"I'm aware." GM said. "But I'm not just anyone...unlike you..."

Alastor grinned. "Seems you don't know me as well as you think you do, Jehovah..."

GM seemed a bit surprise at the use of one of his names, but he just grinned as he took a bite of the jambalaya again. "Oh, I think I do...I know you sold your me-damn soul for all that power you have."

Alastor froze and dropped his fork and he looked at GM, his eyes temporarily turning black.

"What's wrong?" GM asked. "You look like you want to strangle me..."

"i Do..." Alastor hissed.

"But you know you can't." GM said. "Please, Alastor, you're smart enough to realize I would've known about your...situation. I even know who you sold your soul to. I have to say, it was clever of her to disguise herself as a deity from the Voodoo Religion to trick you...tell me. Do you know what she really is?"

Alastor's eyes were completely black with red radio-dial pupils and his antlers had grown large and razor sharp. "I do...she told me."

"She does like to brag." GM said, not even intimidated by pieces of Alastor's true demonic form coming out as he kept eating. "Am I getting under your skin, Alastor?"

"Ohoho, very much so...that is not something many walk away from..."

GM chuckled. "You were given this power to become the strongest Overlord in all of Hell, and you let it get to your head. So, you can't stand it when someone is more powerful than you and you look for any way to stand above them. Such as my son, using his relationship with Charlie against him...I bet you had the poor girl convinced you genuinely saw her as a daughter."

Alastor's antlers finally shrunk down. "I suppose that is a possibility..."

GM then finished his plate and set the silverware down. "So, let's make things clear, Alastor...we are not friends. You have no intention of staying here to change yourself and you take entertainment in the suffering of others."

"Ohoho, the lack of friendship is very mutual. I can assure you." Alastor smirked.

"But...you are incapable of doing any real harm to anyone in this hotel as of now. And you have defended it, even if it was for your ego and out of the small hope that you'll be able to escape your owner's clutches." GM said. "So...I'd like to make a request."

Alastor chuckled. "And what makes you think I'd accept said request after what you just said to me? I may not be able to harm you, but I doubt dear Charlie would like it if you obliterated me...and your status does not matter to me."

"Oh, I'm aware." GM chuckled. "But hear me out...you're a deal-maker, aren't you?"

Alastor grinned wide. "I doubt you'd be stupid enough to offer your soul to me just for a favor..."

"Oh, please." GM laughed. "Even if my soul could be sold, you wouldn't be able to handle it...no. This is a simple deal. A favor for a favor."

Alastor hummed. "Very well..."

"Advertise the hotel that redemption works through your radio broadcasts." GM advised. "You've made it clear that radio is not dead and that Hell very much knows and fears you...so, you have influence. And we both know that you aren't exactly great with television."

"Worthless piece of junk..." Alastor chuckled.

GM hummed. "I never cared much for it myself either. Never understood it. Besides, Earth is like my own 'TV show'."

"So, what's in it for me?" Alastor asked.

GM's eyes softened. "...you may send a message to your mother through me and I will make sure she gets it."

Alastor's eyes widened and his smile, for just a moment, flickered.

"I know there is some good in you, Alastor." GM said. "Whether you want to admit it or not, you are growing fond of Charlie and want to protect her. You get along well with Zestial and Rosie...and the love you have for your mother has not faded."

"...how is she?"

GM sighed. "Well...fine for the most part. She wasn't particularly happy to find out you were a serial killer, even if your victims were usually other killers and crooks."

"...as I expected." Alastor said. "...very well then. It's a deal."

GM nodded. "What is the message you want to send to her?"

"...tell her that I am sorry." Alastor said, not elaborating any further.

The Father of Heaven tipped his hat. "A pleasure speaking with you, Radio Demon."

Alastor's composure returned as he stood. "The pleasure is all yours...Heavenly Father."