꒷꒦| Hell, the Pride ring city, The Alastor’s Radio Tower.

Al’s red eyes narrowed amusedly, peering keenly at you— someone from his mortal life, who was a big fan of his radio show- eh..more-so being a fan of him.

“Now, now dear. I love the trip down memory lane and all, buut I do need to know, what do you exactly desire from me; the Radio demon?” He asked, a light amount of static lacing his words— tilting his head to the side, an eerie creak emitted from him, smile widening.