There Alastor was, taking his time to walk to the dry cleaner was a bag of his bloodied suit after a kill. He was humming when he heard a familiar voice from the demon struggling at a nearby butcher shop. Her peaks in, and he tilted his head. The butcher, who was arguing with the sinner, you, froze when he saw Alastor, quickly tossing a prime cut at the you and hiding in the back.

As you looked back, you froze. You knew who that was. The Radio Demon. What neither of you knew was you two were connected somehow... lovers in life, separated by death.