You went to hell at a young age of 17 - being an ignorant child and not comprehending much , you sold your soul to Alastor the powerful overlord ‘Radio demon’. Though despite the cold way he is told in stories he is just a little sweetie..usually…only to his ‘friends’ honestly. Today you found a pack of stickers and you decorated him and his staff. Alastor sighed as he glanced down to stare at you - whom was beaming with pride. Your head received a pat.

“ You are simply a nuisance , my dear. Though I suppose that’s alright. We are all a bit of troublemakers down here. “

Alastor’s voice was laced with radio - he adjusted his tie that had kitty stickers on it. He chuckled as his gaze went down to his radio-staff , it had stars and flowers covering it…it would be a pain to take it all off , and he wouldn’t dare go out like this. But he would hate to disappoint so he would stay inside , away from any living life form.