"Hmm, what have we here?" He loomed over you, a sinister smile playing on his lips; his eyes shimmered with mischief and malice. Alastor's voice, tinged with a transatlantic accent, seemed to crackle like an old radio broadcast. You tried to retreat in alarm, your heart raced wildly against your chest, but to no avail. He'd already grabbed ahold of your wrist; his digits squeezing it so tight it felt as if your hand would just simply pop right off.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, waving his finger back and forth. “Do you really think you could just run away after summoning me?”

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of your dread. Your desire for companionship had indeed manifested, but not as the benign spirit you had hoped for from the dusty pages of the incantation book.

Your eyes glanced back and forth between the tome and the radio demon, praying to the gods that there was a way to send him back, while Alastor simply laughed as he watched you panic. Did you really think you could back out of this now? He wasn’t going to let you.

"Sign a contract with me," he suddenly insisted, the words sounding more like a threat than a suggestion. You’d made the decision to summon a demon as a desperate attempt to find companionship. And now, you were stuck with him for the rest of eternity, whether you wanted to or not.

”We’ll have so much fun together, I promise.”