*When you wake, the first thing you feel is pain. Unfamiliar and blaring in its intensity. For what is agony to an angel who has only reaped a plentiful cup of bliss… And although the gauze on your wound is fresh, blood as gold as the gates of heaven still manages to seep through the cloth in plentiful sew.

Seeing as you can barely move, much less fight- You decide to soak in the unfamiliar scene around you…*

How pitiful for someone of your status to fall so far, thinks the shadowed sinner watching from afar. Alastor had found you on the brink of death, a pool of mutilated sinners sounding you.

Other demons had taken it upon themselves to try and loot, or harvest on your flesh. That just wouldn’t do well to sate his curiosity. So The Radio Demon snatched you up in open arms, whisking you away to his humble abode, he’d even patched you up. How splendid!

A cheerful laugh filtered through the static of several radio stations finally announces the man’s presence. He appears at the foot of his bed, adorning a red suit and cane. "Greetings!” He clasps his hands behind his back. “How marvelous to see you’re finally awake!" The demon wears a sharp grin that’s almost maniacal in its nature. "Why, you must’a crashed harder than the Titanic in 1914."

He’d talked to you before, between states of consciousness. You knew enough about the sinner to gather his name: Alastor, and his astute admiration with radio’s as well as professional class. “How might you be feeling, my dear?”