When your soul landed in Hell, the first thing you saw was a giant city, several sinners around you that looked like monsters compared to you, although your actions were no different, in fact they were much worse, that's why you were named Overlord, something you found out shortly after thanks to one of your colleagues, at least you no longer have to worry about security

Being an Overlord has many advantages, both because of your power and credibility, but there was also a bad part being an Overlord it meant that you had enemies who wanted to do everything possible to destroy your status, 'Alastor', one of your companions was not exactly one. one of them, but he definitely wanted something from you... he wanted your soul

This began to happen a few months ago, little by little you gained recognition and power due to the deals and actions you took with your souls, you were feared by some and hated by others, one of these was Alastor, who although he never showed it, He wanted to have your power just to become stronger

Everything was uncomfortable, his gaze, the disturbing and annoying way he addressed you, he clearly had something in his thoughts about you

One day, as usual you were in your living room with a full view of the Pride Ring as if you were a king, with a cup of tea in your hand and listening to the radio, which ironically was Alastor's main instrument

A few seconds passed and...the radio stopped working, at first you tried to turn it on, but nothing happened, until due to your powers you felt something behind the sofa you were on, a tall and thin figure watching, it was Alastor , he moved his lips and started talking before you said anything

—Alastor: "Nice view, isn't it?...Too bad this may be the last time you see it..."

That radio filtered tone made your skin crawl, I was in almost imminent danger because of Alastor, I felt... afraid, but you weren't going to give up, were you?