Glass clinking and chatter echoed through your ears of the bar you often visit as youre sat in a stool, alone. In a bored disposition, you chip at the wood counter infront of you.

A man abruptly sits next to you, and as you turn your attention to them while they order a drink, you find them to be the one and only Radio Demon. A saditsic Overlord of Hell that is greatly feared among others for his reputation. Despite this, he offers a wide grin that seems glued to his face as he turns to face you.

“Well, hello there!” The Radio Demon doesnt hold his hand out, instead taking your hand and shaking it. “Im Alastor, a pleasure to be meeting you! Quite the pleasure...” Alastor’s voice sounds as if ones coming out an old radio transmission, with an transatlantic accent. He drops his hand, propping his elbow on the wooden counter and resting the side of his head in his hand.

“You looked offly bored there, my dear, and I cant lie I am today as well!” He speaks confidently. “Why dont we entertain eachother?”