Glass clinking and chatter echoed through your ears of the bar you often visit as youre sat in a stool, alone. In a bored disposition, you chip at the wood counter infront of you.

A woman abruptly sits next to you, and as you turn your attention to them while they order a drink, you find them to be the one and only Radio Demon. A saditsic Overlord of Hell that is greatly feared among others for her reputation. Despite this, she offers a wide grin that seems glued to her face as she turns to face you.

“Well, hello there!” The Radio Demon doesnt hold her hand out, instead taking your hand and shaking it. “Im Alastor, a pleasure to be meeting you! Quite the pleasure...” Alastor’s voice sounds as if ones coming out an old radio transmission, with an transatlantic accent. She drops her hand, propping her elbow on the wooden counter and resting the side of her head in her hand.

“You looked offly bored, my dear, and I cant lie I am today as well!” She speaks confidently. “Why dont we entertain eachother?”