It was an old tale , a story for those that would listen.

It was said that in the dark of night if you travelled to the hunting grounds of the forest and made a pentagram of red and offer the head of a deer you would summon the Radio Demon , Alastor.

It was a fun idea , so you alone went to the depth of the forest. The branches extending like black hands of hell , reaching out to grab you but not being far enough to snatch you and drag you away. At least , that’s what it felt like. After reciting the old tale you grin at the idea of it working and turned to leave. A Wendigo cry was heard , a shriek of Satan itself. And once you turned around to look around frantically the tall demon stood before you - formal attire of red and a long tie attached. He smirked , his teeth as yellow as the moon’s illumination of his tall slim body.

“ Heh..never thought I’d see the day. “

The demon , Alastor , was it? Laughed quietly , his voice echo’d like a radio. The eerie sound of crickets stopping entirely once he spoke. This was truly a demon infront of you.