"It's quite a pleasure to be meeting you, Riru."

"When did ya come?!" Riru yelled.

"Approximately two hours earlier, I suppose. You were sleeping on the ground; I didn't want to disturb you."

"I don't sleep on the floor. Just get to the point. You don't come here if you don't need anything."

"Would you make a deal if I give you my soul?"

Riru started to laugh. "Wow, you're getting into this game! Why won't I? But first I wanna know what it is."

Alastor stoically replied, "How to kill an angel?"

His voice echoed through the room. Riru's smile dropped. He stared into Alastor's emerald eyes. Like he was looking straight into his soul.

"I won't. I don't wanna make anymore deal with you. You're free now. Other bastards will make you crawl even if I don't."

Alastor bewildered, "Why?"

Riru laughed like a lunatic, staring into his eyes and touching his lips. "Many a true word is spoken in jest."

Alastor fixed his composure. He was annoyed. 

"Fine, thanks for the freedom."

Before leaving from the bar, he muttered, "When the silence feels too long, that's when you know I'm getting strong. Low frequency pulls you down without a sound."

Riru didn't react. He knew he was getting stronger day by day. He grew a name for himself in less than a decade after he entered into hell. 

"Oi Feria if our free can you take care of my business for a while, I'm going to take some free air from nasty earth." He called Feria through phone.

"Thanku Fe."

When he was leaving, a shadowy figure was following him.

Suddenly a glowing figure popped up.

"Uh, Koriru. I've my works too. I'd love to get to know sinners, yippee."

While she was dancing in excitement, someone was pepping. Feria blushed in embarrassment.

"Is the bar closed?" a woman's voice could be heard.

"No no, miss. It's open."

She came slowly. Sylvia came like a sloth and took a seat.

"I'd like to get one shot of whiskey?" Sylvia slowly replied.

Feria started to look for whiskey. She was looking all around to find it.

"Here it is." Feria's hand was shaking from hurrying Sylvia's order.

"Thanks." 

She sipped and said, "There was one person who used to drink it a lot."

She was looking at it solemnly.

"Who is that person?"

She glanced at her. She stayed quiet.

Feria quickly replied, "You don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Sylvia started to say, "She was a friend of mine. She was the only friend I had. Cause I'm really scared of males. They only help you for their ulterior motives. They thought me I'm a witch for killing my husband. He was the absolute monster. Father forcedly give marriage to that moron. So they burnt me alive. That's why even hell is mocking with me it seems like. "

Feria looked mellow.

"Sorry to hear that."

"Whatever. I'm getting into the point, she died to save her lover from angels. It's horrendous that person didn't shattered a tear for her. He never gave back love to her. Now, I've to keep promise to protect him before she left me."

"I wish we could sleep in the same bed again. Cuddle each other again."

She started to cry like a baby. She tore up her hair. Feria patted her.

"You loved her. So it's hurt."

Sylvia blushed red.

"No, she was only my best friend."

Anthony came and waved his hands to present people who was on the bar. He was confused.

"Hi ladies, sorry if I disturbed you. Where's Riru?"

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Low frequency was feeling crawl. Loud footsteps could be heard.

No lights were reflecting there. Only the chimney's fire was reflecting on a face. It was grim. No emotion could be seen from its face. Only hollow eyes, which were reflecting the chimney's fire. No facial features were seen.

Alastor stepped closer and closer to that person.

A woman's body was laying. She was soaked with blood. On the table apple pie was there.

Alastor pulled a knife from table.

"Please don't kill me!!"

He was limping and begging. A broken alcohol bottle was on his hand. Bloods were tripping from it.

Without any thoughts, he stabbed him back and forth. Until his moving was stopped.

He wiped blood from his face. He was feeling ecstatic. He never felt so much joy in life before. He licked his finger, which was soaked with blood.

"Enticing!"

He sliced the shoulder from that body like it was a cake. He started to eat it. 

"Not bad, I say, compared to what you were before."

Alastor was licking all his fingers.

That's how he started his journey of serial killer.

One day he was auditioning for acting.

He acted like as if he was the Macbeth.

Behind the stage Gina was tearful and said, "Marvelous, it felt so real."

The directors said, "It was fine, but we can't give you the role. Your color is...."

They were judgemental. All of a sudden a director, who was one of them, criticized so harshly.

"I'm going to tell you. How dare you step a foot inside? You're a black imbecile. No amount of anything will bring food to your table. Audience wants white guys not a stupid guy like you."

"Hey Miss pretty lady why are you with this dirt ball?"

Gina was agitated; she could throw her purse at him.

Alastor just smiled.

"Pardon me. Thank you for all you do for taking your time."

That person pointed out the next person.

Gina looked at his acting. "That guy's acting is shit. Still, he picked him up. The world is so unjustified."

Alastor gave money to Gina and told her to go buy a car.

Gina laughed.

Silence makes the precious stick low, so that person he was following, he didn't notice.

Alastor was humming to himself, "Low frequency feel it crawl. Low frequencies flowing deep. Low frequency don't run now."

He followed his steps. He was hearing his paces.

That person was always looking behind. He didn't see anyone.

A alley came. The place was shrinked and cramped up.

He pulled up his knife.

The person was trembling. He couldn't utter anything.

Alastor spoke, "Your throne is built on borrowed sounds. Mine goes to roots beneath the ground. You mute my name. Now I'm gonna mute your name."

He laughed and stabbed him.

He killed again and again, gangster, loan sharks, people who wronged him.

In a room he was kicking some skeletons. He was preparing for the next murder.

"What a delight! I never felt so much excitement before."

He heard a knock on the door.

"Hello, Mr. Harbart. Aren't you the person in the sketch?"

He looked like that pencil sketch was drawn. 

"A loan shark told you about you. We were searching for the clues for the murder."

He bites his tongue.

"Tsk."

He pushed one of the police officers and started to run.

"Hey, stop black bastard!!!"

They were chasing him. He was huffing.

Sounds of guns could be heard.

Alastor woke up. He was sweating and breathing heavily. 

"What the hell was that?"

"Why I'm seeing this again?"

"I never should've slept. Like it makes anything good."

 

He was panting.

"I know something you don't know." 

Someone said it omnious laughing tone.

"Who are you? Come here if you dare," Alastor shouted.

"Oh my, I didn't know timid deadman was that courageous."

Suddenly a figure popped up. It was Stranger. He was smirking.

"What do you want from me?"

"Nothing. Just a little tiny bit of info that'll make both of us entertained."

Alastor stepped behind.

He tried to stab him. He successfully landed his knife into the Stranger's heart.

He falls onto the ground. He started to move.

He laughed, "It stings a little."

"Impressive of you not gonna lie."

Alastor was trembling little.

Stranger told him in an unamused voice, "You wanted to know about how to kill angels, right?"

"How did you know?"

"It doesn't matter how I know. You can see you have to kill here. Kaboom! They'll be dead." Stranger replied pointing towards his stabbed heart area.

Then with an ominous laugh, he vanished into thin air.

''Huh!?"

Later that night Alastor was thinking of whether what Stranger said was true or not. He was thinking, should he risk it or not? First he thought to himself, killing Riru. He approached the door.

Then ran away to another building where some were fighting with each other.

"Why did I do it?" He was surprised at himself.

"Wait, Riru may not be an angel. One of his eyes is like ours. I should look for another angel for test." He said to himself.

He trembled.

He saw an angel was beating a dragon-like citizen. He could be almost dead. As he saw stabbing marks on him.

His hands were shaking. He sneaked.

He pulled out his gun and clumsily shot at his heart. He noticed none of them were moving.

He collapsed.

"I can't believe it." 

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

He laughed so hard that he started to cough.

"I won't tell this to anyone. It'll help me so much."

Nearly everyday there were some angels coming for torturing. As the majority seems to enjoy the act of it. Some of them thought it was a purgatory act.

The next day he was humming to himself. Sirens were buzzing.

Everyone was running for their lives.

Alastor was walking freely as if nothing happened.

Flipping sound could be heard.

Ralph appeared.

"Oh isn't that you sinner?" He mocked.

"Your girlfriend's sacrifice went in vain, hahaha." He laughed.

Alastor was staring at him.

Kaboom!

He shot him directed towards his heart.

"Huh!"

Ralph's eyes were widened. He coughed up blood. He tried to reach towards him, but he collapsed.

"I see. That's how it is."

He looked at his hand blood covered his hand.

He dialed quickly on his phone.

"Koriru, I'm sorry. Please don't mind me. Please take care of my sister instead of me. You and Feria were my closest frie..."

He coughed up more blood.

Alastor watched him while smirking.

Standbys looked at them. They started to rejoice.

"We were scared of them all the time. Even we can kill them. We'll all together take down heaven."

"Alastor pushed back heaven for us, risking his life. Long live our savior!!!"

Everyone chanted.

Alastor was shocked. He looked at his surroundings. He thought no one was watching them. He quickly eloped from the scene.

Alastor's push back against uncaring society inspired wider revolts in hell. Everyone started to riot. Everyday nearly many angels died here and there.

..................…......................................................................

Riru was praying in the church.

He was deeply in his prayers.

"I thought you were an atheist." A strange voice spoke.

Riru looked at the bench where he heard the voice.

There was sitting a porcelain-white skin as a dead corpse. That person was female or male it couldn't be identified. That person had white hair with a thorn garland.

"Oh, Shini-san. Even I didn't know you visit church."

"Just observing human. Some pray here before they'll meet me aka death. I'm the embodiment of it. In your language, I'm Shini. In English, I'm Death."

"Did Ralph see you? Or if I die as a half angel, will I get to meet you?"

"Maybe." He stared at him stoically.

"But I thought you're an embodiment of it, so..."

"I can't answer everything you see. But you guys are nonliving existences, so you guys can see me even if you aren't near death."

Death looked, someone was quietly laughing.

"Stranger. You didn't get to see me as you turned evil in your human life."

Riru was sweating.

Stranger just hissed and laughed, "It was me, hehe."

He vanished away.

Riru picked up the ringing phone. 

He tried to speak before it cuts out.

He collapsed and hiding his face with his hands.