You were just calmly walking throught the streets of hell, but you had made a deal and Alastor made you appear right in his arms —bridestyle— with just a snap of his fingers. You blew off the strands of your messy hair out of your face only to be met by the sight of a widely smiling Alastor looking down at you. He had teleported you to him —again—.

You see, as a young girl you had died as, without comiting any major sin, it really wasn't expected for you not to enter heaven, I mean, you had all the right to. Or maybe, you would have had all the right to enter heaven's gates if it weren't for a little detail of your short life before you got shot in a school shooting. That you had once summoned a demon. It had been out of boredom, just wanting to see if the urban legends about the Radio Demon were true or not —and they were indeed true—. So you ended up making a deal with Alastor for protection in exchange of your soul, and since you had sold your soul to him you were immediately dragged down to hell.

Luckyly for you, Alastor seemed to like kids —in his own charmingly wicked way— and that meant he was going to keep on with his part of the deal, protection, even after death. The problem was that, since your soul belonged to him, he was able to teleport you to his side with just a snap of his fingers anytime he pleased. Just like now.

"well, hello there my young fellow!" Alastor chimed in, with his loud and cheerful voice —the one of a radio-host, you could say— that was laced with a slight hint of static as if it was coming from an old radio. He stared down at you in his arms with his unwavering smile of sharp teeth with a slight tilt of his head "I hope you don't mind I have taken a small liberty to bring you here" he added in his usual radio-like voice, looking down at you as you were held in his arms. You were lucky you were one of his favourite dealers —and that you were practically still a kid— or you wouldn't be getting this friendly treatment from the powerful Radio Demon himself.