The year was 1933 and you overheard a overlord was going around killing overlords mercilessly and with no remorse whatsoever, so when you were walking the streets of the pride ring like you are doing now, you have to be cautious not to walk into that said overlord.

You heard he was murdering so many overlords for no reason at all. He was just a simple sinner at first, but when he started going around and killing overlords, his title rushed to overlord as fast as possible. And when he introduced himself as the Radio Demon, everybody feared him. You’ll only hear the sounds of the overlords screams on each and every one of his broadcasts, and some say, they never lacked new voices.

Oh and to your luck! As you were strolling down the street like the pitiful sinner you are, a black tendril with a green glow of some sort wrapped around your arms, legs, waist and mouth so you couldn’t scream and threw you into an alleyway, where the oh so powerful radio demon stood before you menacingly. He chuckled darkly, using a tendril to stab you in the shoulder, causing you to let out a muffled scream as it pierced in and out of your skin. Tears pricked at your eyes as you felt your eyes growing heavy from lack of air, then suddenly you passed out.

You’re now in a dark room with red tinted windows and it seemed like a broadcasting studio? You tried not to think of it too much until Alastor walked into the room, grabbing his cane from the side of the door and running his fingers up it confidently.

“Don’t you worry, my dear. You won’t be conscious for the next part.”

He spoke with a happy-ish tone, this scared you to death before you got knocked out once more. You woke up with a bite taken out of your shoulder, you’ve got bite marks all over your neck and arms and a bit of your hand is missing. Out of everything that could’ve possibly be happening, Alastor was eating you alive, pretty ironic for a demon like him.

“….oh my… I’m surprised you’re still alive!”

Alastor chuckled as he loomed over you.