At a small table, Charlie and Elliot sat facing each other. Elliot kept a calm, serene expression the entire time.
"Well, what exactly did you do to end up here, Elliot?" Charlie asked with genuine curiosity.
"At some point… I stopped knowing who or what I was in life," he replied, intertwining his fingers. "You could call it a sort of amnesia." As he studied Charlie more closely, he noticed she was far more *"voluptuous"* than her canon counterpart.
"Well, I guess we can start with, um… your first rehabilitation test!" Charlie said cheerfully as she stood up. Elliot rose as well, keeping his eyes forward, trying to be respectful.
But before they could continue, three knocks echoed from the door. Elliot instantly triggered a minor trick — expanding a thin layer of electricity around himself. Anything entering the zone would be felt and detected.
Yet something was wrong.
His entire electrical field **panicked**.
He had a theory: *Haki is the manifestation of the soul.*
So… could a sinner who manipulates souls — or carries far too many — actually harm him?
Charlie opened the door, and a red figure stepped inside without a hint of manners.
"Greetings, my dear princess! I am Alastor, the Radio Demon!" the newcomer announced enthusiastically.
Elliot stared at him, confused.
*This shouldn't be happening yet. Vaggie isn't even here. And Charlie told me the hotel opened six days ago… Damn, the butterfly effect hit hard.*
A scene almost identical to the canon timeline unfolded — until Elliot gently grabbed Charlie's shoulder to draw her attention.
"Charlie, since I'm your first and **only** guest so far, I assume my opinion has weight. So… tell him to scram. You're talking to a prototype Jack the Ripper." Elliot said casually, ignoring Alastor as he examined the lobby with fake interest.
"Elliot, I know he *seems* like a bad person, and—"
"Seems?" Elliot cut her off. "We're talking about a frilly psychopath who, in his first days in Hell, plunged the political system into chaos. Killed several Overlords. Probably cheated to steal souls from people who just wanted to live quietly down here. And we aren't even mentioning the obvious fact that he broadcasts the screams of his victims to the entire damn city on a Saturday afternoon. Now tell me… does he still seem like a good person after I put the cards on the table?"
Charlie stared at him with a poker face, ignoring Alastor's eternal grin.
"But Elliot, he might be what the hotel needs to stay protected," she insisted gently.
Elliot simply kept his flat expression. "No offense to him — actually, full offense — but I am stronger than him."
A soft chuckle cut the air.
"Forgive me for laughing, my friend," Alastor said, stepping closer with a grin. "But you? A simple sinner? Boy, I've been in this Hell for over a decade longer than you have."
"At least I'm not mommy's little dog on a leash," Elliot shot back, smirking. Alastor's form distorted into a partially demonic state as he glared at him.
"Okay! You two are here now, so we are **not** fighting anyone!" Charlie pleaded, trying to prevent the possible death of her only guest.
"Charlie," Elliot said calmly, "when two men put their cards on the table, it only leads to one solution. Isn't that right, 'friend'?" he added, glancing at Alastor.
Alastor's smile widened. Without another word, both men stepped out of the hotel.
In the streets of Hell, the two walked "calmly," side by side, not looking at each other.
"I'm going to love killing you and broadcasting your screams, you know?" Alastor said, inspecting his staff.
"Good luck, lapdog~," Elliot replied — and in the next instant, he vanished in a burst of lightning.
A massive black tendril smashed the ground where he once stood. Elliot reappeared stuck to a wall, electricity anchoring him in place. Alastor stared at him, amused.
"Twenty thousand volts — Heavens of Hell!"
From Elliot's palm, dozens of small blue electric bats shot out like lightning bolts. Alastor dissolved into shadow to avoid them, but every surface they touched was scorched and burned.
Elliot transformed into lightning once more to dodge a shadow minion attempting to impale him. He rematerialized at the far end of the street, watching Alastor steadily.
*This is interesting… let's try recreating Enel's Mantra…*
A circular 200-meter sphere of perception expanded around Elliot.
He sensed everything — even the tentacle rising beneath him.
"Seriously? Cheap tricks already?" he muttered, dodging.
"Welcome to Hell, my dear boy!" Alastor laughed, unleashing multiple tendrils.
Elliot dodged continuously, turning into streaks of lightning. Then he dropped low, grabbing his own wrist.
His hand shifted into pure lightning.
A technique from another world.
"**One thousand birds — CHIDORI!**"
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# **Cutaway**
In a surveillance room filled with monitors, a flat-screen-headed demon watched with boredom — until one feed caught his eye.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, red static dripping from his mouth.
"Velvet! Valentino! Get over here! I'm *rock-hard* watching Alastor get his ass kicked!" Vox screamed, trembling with excitement as he watched the unknown sinner slicing through every shadow minion approaching him.
*Author's note: yes, I'm doing this.*
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Back on the battlefield, Elliot was panting, slashing through more tendrils with his Chidori. His rhythm was slipping — but Alastor wasn't unharmed either.
Smoke drifted from a deep horizontal slash across Alastor's chest, larger than the one he received from Adam in canon.
"I'll tell you… huff… Alastor… you're tough… to kill…" Elliot said, using Goro Goro no Mi movement once more to escape the Radio Demon's reach.
Then he spotted a fuse box nearby.
"Perfect… this is where your broadcast ends, heh~."
He plunged his hand into the box.
A massive current surged through him, crackling violently through the city.
Streetlights blew out.
Buildings lost power.
The sky darkened as storm clouds formed overhead.
Elliot's body flickered erratically, overloaded with brutal energy.
"This… is my welcome gift~," he said with a drunken grin, before vanishing as a bolt of lightning shot straight into the sky.
**TUM. TUM. TUM.**
A rhythmic pulse echoed from above. Alastor stared upward, tense.
Every sinner in the area felt the electricity in the air intensify.
Anyone touching metal got shocked.
Electronics exploded under the growing overload.
Tum. Tum. Tum.
Inside the swirling clouds, each flash of lightning revealed something massive forming within — something colossal enough to swallow the clouds themselves.
"One hundred and fifty million volts RAIGO"
A voice roared from the heart of a gigantic black sphere descending from the sky.
For the first time in ages…
Alastor felt true fear of death.
The enormous sphere began falling toward the ground. Alastor tried to flee in shadow form—
But two fingers appeared: one beneath his chin at his abdomen level, the other hovering above his head.
Elliot stood beside him, smiling.
"Vari — twenty million volts~"
ZZZZAP!
Alastor's body was charred instantly — not enough to kill, but enough to paralyze every muscle.
"I'll take this as a souvenir~," Elliot said, grabbing Alastor's staff. The eye on the staff opened, blushing(?!) as Elliot teasingly licked it.
He glanced upward. RAIGO was descending rapidly, and using his Mantra, he sensed only two beings remained in the area:
Himself.
And Alastor.
"Makes sense. When some idiot fights an Overlord, everyone else runs…"
The black sphere crashed down.
A blinding neon-blue shockwave expanded across the entire Pentagram City.
That day, the
whole city experienced a complete blackout