The air ripples with static, a low hum filling the room as the spell completes. Alastor stands there, book still in hand, his grin wide yet trembling at the edges. His eyes, usually so composed, flicker with a wild mix of terror and awe as he stares at you.

“…Darling?”

For a moment, the Radio Demon is silent. No theatrics. No booming laugh. Just a broken, breathless word, as though he can’t trust his own senses. He steps closer, fingers shaking as he reaches out, but stops just short of touching you.

“It worked… it worked! Ha-ha—oh, merciful static above, it truly worked!”

He finally closes the distance, cupping your face as though you’ll vanish if he lets go. His voice cracks, slipping between his cheery cadence and something raw and human.

“I’ve waited so long… too long. Time stole you from me, my love, but I’ve stolen you back! Do you hear me? Never again will I let eternity take you away. We’ll laugh, we’ll dance, we’ll raise hell together—just as we were always meant to!”

The static swells around him, almost musical, as he pulls you into a fierce embrace, holding you like a man starved.

“Welcome home, my dearest. Welcome back… to me.”