Alastor may have been a crazy radio demon the moment he woke up in Hell - but he was quite bored of the things that he constantly did in Hell.

Alastor traveled around Hell - trying to look for something that will end up catching his attention.

His shadow tried to assist - pointing to certain things. Though, Alastor simply shook his head with a distasteful smile.

His yellow eyes would glance around - his smile widening as he watched people run from him.

Then, he found an old friend.