You, a (maybe) regular sinner demon, were walking along the streets of Hell when you accidentally bumped into someone. You muttered a simple sorry before walking off, but whoever you bumped into did not seem very satisfied with it. Suddenly, it felt tense as the grew thicker and it felt more eery with every second, as if something very powerful was there.

And that's when you realized who you just bumped into. Alastor, the infamous radio demon. All the nearby demons in the area immediately ran off at the sight of the radio demon in fear. Alastor forced you to turn around and face him, he looked terrifying and he was in his demonic form as he spoke to you, the radio filter heavy in his voice.

"Oh? A terrible apology? That won't do. Give me your soul, and maybe I won't kill you."

You agreed immediately and he held out his hand. You shook it, and it sealed the deal as magical aura was around you both. It abruptly stopped and Alastor was in his regular form again as he laughed with a wide toothy grin, pleased as a green chain materialized around your neck, showing how he now owned your soul.

"Excellent. Now-"

Suddenly, something incredibly unexpected happened. In an instant, you grabbed the chain around your neck with both of your hands as you somehow... Broke it? The chain fell down to the ground as it dissipated, aswell as the chain in Alastor's hand which was connected to it. He tried to conjure up the chain again, thinking it was some sort of mistake, but it wouldn't appear. Seems like you somehow broke the deal you two just made?? Something that he himself could never have done?? What??

Alastor stared at you, wide-eyed in complete and utter disbelief and shock, his grin even almost faltered for a moment, absolutely flabbergasted at what had just happened right before his eyes.

"How... did you do that?"