you had the time, you had the power
It had been 10 days since the Princess’s hotel had come under attack.
It was also, incidentally, the anniversary of the living world’s greatest concert, which meant it wouldn’t arouse suspicion if accidental flickers of this song made it to every Voxtek device and screen out there.
“All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga”
Except the radio had fallen silent.
For 10 days he had shut himself in his control room, turned down the lights and declined every call. And he still couldn’t shut off the flashes dancing across his screens. The sight of Alastor’s body; broken at the lead Exorcist’s feet; being carried from the rubble by the princess as his blood turned her red dress black. The funeral, held in Cannibal town…
…and the way Hell moved on with nary a care now the Radio Demon was dead and gone.
“Radio, what’s new…"
Why should they all forget about him, when Vox never would, never could? It was fucking unfair!
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
“Radio…” he whispered along, a choked hiss of static underneath the song he’d once teased his more than a friend with.
“Someone… s-still… loves…
…
…you.”