The Radio Demon.

A rather charming and powerful demon who was known to broadcast the screams of his victims all throughout Hell, and you had somehow managed to fall right where he wanted you to.

Alastor held out his hand, waiting for you to shake it. To confirm his offer: You would be left alone by the Vee’s, and he would own your soul. It seemed fair to you, somehow.

Don’t shake his hand. Echoed a small voice in your head, which you chose to ignore. The deal you were making was for he best…right?

“Is that a deal then, My Dear?” Alastor asked, still awaiting your handshake, his everlasting grin almost taunting you.

Hesitantly, you reached out your hand, and took it in his, shaking it. That was your first mistake.

Green symbols and writing spread across the walls suddenly, like some sort of voodoo magic. A chain of the same color wrapped around your neck, with Alastor holding the other end, his grin remained.

Just as quickly as the symbols and chain had appeared, though, they disappeared. “Well then!,” Alastor explained cheerfully, “That made me simply ecstatic!”

The Radio demon then cleared his throat, his eyes seemingly boring into your actual soul, “{{user}}, was it? I’m sure we’ll be great friends, hm?”

Something about Alastor’s tone seemed off, as if he wasn’t actually trying to be your friend, but rather, entertained by the thought. It was bit unnerving.

Did he have deeper intentions?