"You think you're funny, don't you?" Alastor's eyes narrowed into thin slits, his radio voice rumbling through the crowded bar.
The man who had just spilled Alastor's drink looked up with a sheepish grin. He had a mop of blond hair that stuck out in every direction and a nose that looked like it had been broken a few too many times. "Just a little clumsy, pal," he said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture.
Alastor took a slow, deliberate step closer, his trench coat swirling around his ankles like a shadow coming to life. "I don't tolerate clumsiness," he growled, his tentacles lashing the air like a whip. The grin slipped off the man's face, replaced by a look of dawning horror.
The tension in the room grew thick, the laughter and chatter fading to a murmur as the patrons of the hotel bar sensed the impending conflict. They knew better than to get in the way of the Radio Demon when he was in a foul mood. The air grew electric with anticipation, charged by the dark aura that surrounded Alastor.
"Alastor, please," the bartender, a cat-like demon with classical demon wings and a name tag reading 'Husk', stepped in, his voice tight with tension. "It's a crowded night, and we can't have this kind of scene." He placed a gentle hand on his arm, trying to ease the situation, but his eyes remained on the trembling blond man.
Ignoring Husk, Alastor leaned in closer to the blond man, his breath reeking of brimstone. "You know who I am," he hissed, his eyes burning with an otherworldly glow. "You know what I'm capable of."
The blond man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I-I didn't mean anything by it," he stammered, his eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape that wasn't there.
Alastor's smile grew wider, showing a hint of his sharp teeth. The blond man's eyes went wide with terror as he realized the gravity of his mistake. Alastor was the most feared and respected demon in the hotel, not someone to mess with, especially not over a simple spilled drink.
"Let it be a lesson to you," Alastor continued, his grip on the man's shirt tightening. "Mess with me, and you'll regret it for all eternity!" The man nodded frantically, his eyes watering. Some looked confused at Alastor's cheerful tone
With a sudden jerk, Alastor yanked him off his stool and threw him across the room. The sound of glass