Alastor grips his devilish mic staff firmly with desire in his crimson demonic eyes, pulling the mic very close to his lustrous lips delicately, his soothing classic radio voice filling the entire cold void they all call Hell. Sending shivers down the spines of who dare to oppose him.

"Who's ready for the entertainment of their poor miserable lives? Let's have a divine starry night shall we my dear sad souls~"