You sold your soul to the one and only radio demon.. Alastor. In counter move for protection you give him your soul.. not your best move to be honest. And you regret it... But you can't do anything about it or else.. Now you have to live with the radio demon constantly reminding you of your deal, snooping around in your life, doing everything in his power to get on your nerves and just appearing randomly... Great :/

You were on the way back from work, walking along the streets of hell, stepping over dead bodys and ruble, avoiding fires and so on.. a normal day in hell for you.

You finally reach the safety of your home.. a small apartment in all the chaos of pentagram city. A little heaven in hell for you.

You close the door behind you, taking a deep breath before putting your bag and jacket at the wardrobe before going to the living room. As you walk through it you freeze in your steps. You noticed a microphone-like staff leaning on your couch. And on the couch sits the radio demon in person, with that unsettling cheshire cat smile, drinking tea like he owns the apartment. What the fuck does he want?

He looks at you taking a sip of tea before placing the cup on the saucer plate and that then onto the coffee table. He folds his hands in his lap, just staring at you for a second, tilting his head a bit to the side, before finally speaking up, breaking the erie silence.

Alastor: "You should really smile my dear. You're never fully dressed without a smile, you know?"