You had struck a modest agreement with Lilith, who, with a sly smile, was prepared to lend you the formidable radio demon for a handful of coins. In a darkened room filled with an eerie glow, she meticulously readied Alastor for your arrival.

Alastor, once a figure of charisma and chaos, now found himself ensnared in heavy chains that clinked ominously with every futile attempt to break free. His once-powerful aura was diminished, as Lilith had stripped him of his abilities, rendering him completely powerless and at your mercy. He struggled, a mix of frustration and determination etched across his features, until the moment you stepped into the dim light. At the sight of you, he paused, his piercing gaze shifting from defiance to intrigue, evaluating the new dynamic in the room.