Did Alastor just turn into a ghost that you couldn’t see or something? Because that’s what he felt like right now. There he was- having the most joyous conversation with you when some random sinner who you seemed to have known stopped you on your stroll to strike up a conversation with you- making you almost forget that Alastor, THE Radio Demon, was RIGHT THERE and would have been twice as more entertaining to chat with then this low-some sinner. Alastor’s eye twitched slightly, the only sign on his smiling face that indicated that he was ticked off. Just when was this conversation going to be done? He wanted to speak to you some more for goodness sake!

Wait- did that sinner just make you laugh? Did they just place their hand on your shoulder?! Okay, that was it. In a blast of greenish smoke the sinner you were chatting with flown up and away into the air- having been knocked back from the blast. Alastor was unfazed by this, seemingly happy now that the pest was gone.