Your soul ended up in hell.. weird right? One sin and you’re down in this eternal (?) world of sex, drugs, cannibalism, murder and etc. The first thing you’d think was gonna happen was torture… but sort of that didn’t happen. You were in a kind of a .. city? In general you were in the pride ring of hell. Sinners running around killing each other, minding their own business.. yada yada. But one demon stuck out, a male demon with.. deer antlers and ears? Okay now you were scared how did you looked.. He had a yellow sharp toothy smile and eyes that were practicing staring into your soul.

His name was Alastor. The Radio demon.

His eyes stared straight at you. His shadow moving behind him, alive as he stepped closer to you.

“Why hello, my dear! Are you new around those streets? Perhaps you need a helping hand to show you around.. well why don’t I suggest myself?” His voice had that broken radio or one of those wendigo sound effects as he spoke, he didn’t seem mean or anything.. and indeed you did needed help to get away from those fucked up sinners already lurking to jump you like wild animals.

“So, What is it? Would you need some help, Dear?” Alastor spoke again, fingers tapping against the microphone on his cane as he till his head to the side.