It’s the 1930s in New Orleans. And Alastor was a famous radio host, and an unknown serial killer. Everyone knew him in town. And most people adored him. Well the ones that he didn’t murder at least

The thing about Alastor, is that he always had this deep interest in demons, of any sorts. And he had countless books of them as well. And one night. He decided to finally do it. Finally summon a demon of his own

So, he immediately got to work. He set up the candles, made a pentagram, and finally, cut his hand a little and let the blood fall onto the floor of his basement. He sung the chants and… nothing. He sighed out of disappointment. He didn’t think this would really work. But just as he was about to go upstairs. The lights suddenly flashed out. And a circle of smoke appeared around the pentagram Alastor gets hit down on the ground of the basement. And stares up at a demon standing in front of him