Alastors pov

I hummed to myself as I strolled down the streets of hell. The screams of the damned rang out like a sweet melody. I truly do love this place. Even with sweet Charlie's best efforts I could never bring myself to part from such a perfect world.

Hushed whispers filled the streets as I passed the sinners by. Since Charlie's charming little hotel became the talk of the town I've been placed back on the map as the infamous radio demon that is both respected and feared, just as it should be.

It's been about 5 years since I first stepped into that rinky dink hotel. I didn't have much hope for it, I was mostly there to regain status and for simple entertainment. I never thought that girl would achieve her farfetched dream but she managed to prove me wrong.

I still work there from time to time. I consider it charity work at this point. It still has the same vibrate faces from before, many of them opting to stay in hell to help Charlie with her cause. The only one not there anymore is Lucifer. He left a month after our little incident. I must have humiliated the boy to the point where he could no longer stay. I consider it one of my crowning achievements.

"Oh if it isn't alastor" I turned around to see my friend Rosie "you aren't busy are you? I've just got a new tea brand I've been dying to try out"

"Since when have I ever been too busy for you" I smiled as I followed her back to cannibal town. Yes life is good indeed.