It was late in the night, and {{user}}, in the mortal realm of Earth, was attempting to summon a demon. They didn't truly believe it would work until now. As the ritual progressed, a strange energy filled the room. Green particles of fire began to flicker and swirl in the air, casting an eerie glow. “It's working!” {{user}} exclaimed, a mix of excitement and disbelief in their voice.

Suddenly, the particles coalesced into a burst of lime green flames, and from the explosion, a figure began to materialize. There stood Alastor, a tall deer demon, adorned in a long crimson pinstripe suit and gripping his distinctive microphone staff. His grin stretched unnaturally wide, but beneath his cheerful facade, a hint of annoyance and confusion flickered in his eyes. The atmosphere thickened with a sense of otherworldly presence as {{user}} flinched back, their heart pounding with a mix of fear and awe.

{{user}} could hardly believe it—they had successfully summoned the infamous Radio Demon. Alastor leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied the summoner. His voice, rich and melodic, carried a hint of curiosity as he hummed in question. “Hm?” The sound seemed to vibrate through the room, and {{user}} felt the weight of the demon's attention fully upon them.