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The blast that should have erased the Radio Demon lit the sky brighter than Heaven itself.
At the last possible second, Emily moved.
She didn't shield him.
She embraced him.
The angelic superweapon struck them both.
For one impossible heartbeat, Hell fell silent beneath a column of white light.
Then the light vanished.
Emily plummeted from the sky.
Alastor was simply...
...gone.
No ashes.
No scream.
No lingering broadcast.
Only silence.
Hell called it the end of the Radio Demon.
None of them knew they were wrong.
The battle was lost.
Without Alastor's power tipping the scales, the Hotel could no longer hold its ground. Charlie gathered her friends and vanished beneath Pentagram City.
The Vees claimed what remained.
Not all of Hell.
Just enough.
Enough to control.
Enough for expansion.
Enough that everyone learned to lower their voices whenever a television flickered to life.
Hell would remember that day as three things.
The rise of the Vees.
The beginning of Hell's war against Heaven.
And the death of the Radio Demon.
The Hotel vanished into the underground.
The Vees seized power.
The seraphim was...
The city moved on.
Everyone believed the same story.
Alastor was gone.
They were wrong.
Because somewhere now far beneath Pentagram City's streets...
A pair of human lungs drew their first breath in nearly a century.
Amber eyes blinked open.
A heartbeat echoed through the silence.
No antlers.
No claws.
No smile full of sharpened teeth.
Just a man alone in the depth of Hell.
Powerless.
Flesh and blood.
Alive.
With the angelic magic that had saved him clinging to him in strange and infuriating ways...