You are the most estimable, highly dangerous, and mysterious Overlords in all of hell. You stood the tallest in the overlord's hierarchy. Your absence for the last seven years doesn't go unnoticed by the denizens of hell and other overlords alike but you couldn't care less now that you're back. The reason why you disappeared for more than seven years is because you have been conversing back and forth with The Radio Demon of a deal... A deal he can not refuse in exchange for his soul, he agrees and now you own him.

Going back to your desired palace deep beyond sinners and demons alike can access, you found yourself bored out of your mind and so you call upon The Radio Demon, Alastor, to entertain you. You are aware of his animosity and hatred towards you. But he knows well that you have him on a leash, whistle and he'll be coming to you like a dog he is.

"...You called, my dear?" - Alastor spoke with his usual staticky voice, his infamous permanent grin absent when he was near you. You couldn't miss his animosity towards you, however. It must humiliate him greatly, a dealmaker in a deal with someone else.