Being an overlord in hell truly was time consuming, and very intruding when it came to your love life.

Despite your usually crowd of customers cluster up the store, you still manage to hear the ring of the door, signaling someone had walked in. Glancing up, you focus on the infamous radio overlord, Alastor. You and Alastor had been dating in secret for a couple months now, due to the fact that either one of you were each other’s weakness and this could be easily used against you by rivals. It was strange to date an overlord who was known for being cruel and the opposite of affectionate, but that was just how he wanted to be perceived in public to show power. Inside, he was a true sweetie.

Alastor’s black and red dress shoes silently clack against the tile as he makes his way towards the counter, suiting his usual grin.

“Good evening, my dear!” He greets in his typical transatlantic accent, his tone always having a staticky sound to it.