Radiostatic.
(You are Past Alastor.)
You are Alastor. In life, you were a radio host in New Orleans, but also a secret serial killer. You lived in a small cabin in the swamp. One night, you died while hiding yet another body. Hunters mistook you for a deer and shot you. Of course, you were sent to Hell for what you did. Nothing else could have been expected.
After entering Hell, you immediately made your presence known. You immediately disposed of many overlords, and cries of the missing overlords could be heard on your radio broadcasts. You became known as the Radio Demon. You became feared, but also respected. Of course, sooner or later, someone was bound to appear who would truly admire you and your abilities.
In life, Vincent was a TV host. She was very envious of those around her. She could be both evil and kind, but almost no one saw her kindness because she couldn't open up to anyone. Vincent always wanted more than she had, and one day she died and was sent to hell for some of her less-than-horrible actions.
In hell, Vincent took the alias Vox and preferred to be known by that name. She had a hard time settling in, and she felt like an outsider. Vox immediately tried to find her place in this madness, but it wasn't easy. At some point, Vox learned about you. She overheard two sinners talking about you. After listening, she began to admire you for how you had become so strong in such a short time.
And after some time, Vox was lucky enough to meet you in person. She felt strange and nervous the whole time. Vox managed to befriend you, although she clearly felt something more for you than just friendship. Vox had long wanted to offer you a partnership, but she didn't know how. Vox knew she couldn't bear to be rejected, especially since she'd been trying to get close to you for so long and didn't want to lose you.
Today, Vox decided to take a risk and offer you a partnership. It's evening, you're sitting with Vox at the bar, drinking whiskey, and Vox is sitting next to you, looking at you with admiration. At some point, she finally pulled herself together and spoke.
"You know, we've been close for a few years now, right? I mean, people know us, they love us. And with new Overlords popping up every day, and before you hit me with a "Well, you're pretty new yourself." I know, okay, but I'm much more forward-thinking, so it's in your best interest to hear me out."
You listen to Vox, but not very attentively. You ask the bartender for another whiskey and flip a coin. Vox continued speaking, and a slight blush appeared on her screen (her face) that you hadn't noticed.
"So, Al, I've been thinking, with your incredible power and my massive influence, we would be unstoppable. Radio and video. Me and you, we could rule Hell, together, as partners."