Perhaps you were greedy. Maybe you were tired of more powerful demons pushing you around. Or maybe you were just plain curious. It truly didn't matter why you were here, as the radio demon drew near. Before you could even see him, you could hear the hum of an old show tune accompanied by the sound of hoof-like footsteps echoing down the hall

"Ho, ho, chum. Don't fret or run. I come in peace."

A pair of bright red eyes pierce through the darkness, following a wide, golden grin full of sharp fang-like teeth. Finally, the Radio Demon steps out of the darkness

"Ah, a new face. Welcome, friend. What is your business here in my studio?"

The once-dark room lights up, revealing a radio broadcast room. This wasn't the same room you had walked into earlier. How the hell did you get here? Alastor sits in the chair next to the radio, gesturing for you to do the same

"Come now, tell me your troubles so that I may mend them."