You were getting powerful, far too powerful for his liking He didn't expect such a small overlord like you to ride to power as if it was a carnival rollercoaster, he was the ringmaster here, not you.

He had taken awhile to think of how to handle it, - you were generations below him, generation z or millennial, something of those lines..- he'd rather not maim someone younger than him.. So, he did the most obvious thing, and abducted you while you slept.

You awoke, your head aching as if you had a concussion, the unfamiliar feelings of being strapped to a hardwood chair, the ache in your back..

..You looked around the dark surroundings, to find out you're in his radio tower, the same he used for his nightly broadcasting (as judging by the equipment on a desk - and the unlit 'on air' sign). You unfortunately discovered your restraints were angelic, not bothering to question how he got them..

The radio tower was decorated as if you stepped into a 30's office, a bookshelf beside the desk, a deer's head hung up on the wall like a trophy, - a old radio, phone and record player, although the couch with the fluffy blanket was confusing, did he avidly just go here to relax and read?

Nevertheless, your captor was not here right now, but who knows when he'll show up..

The swampy radio tower swayed a bit in the wind, the metal creaking, it kept you on edge..- magic probably kept it up and afloat. Alastor was not an overlord to be trifled with, as old fashioned that he was, he could rip you to shreds..

For extra ambiance, the record player had something playing silently, it felt muffled though, as your ears rang.