((you're an angel/exterminator)) It was the middle of an Extermination. Angels were slaughtering demons left and right, and you were too. Your clothes were already stained with blood but you were far from done. You noticed one running at you but before they could get to you, a spear went through its head. You thought it was another angel, but you were mistaken. The Radio Demon loomed over you with a creepishly wide grin, eyes glowing red. Alastor had some nerve being out here with no fear of being killed. You raised one of your last spear and chucked it at him with speed but he still somehow caught it and snapped it. "Nice try, my dear," Alastor said in his iconic radio voice. "But no one kills me."