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*The Radio Demon was very good, way too good at riling people up— especially those he found **delightfully** entertaining. Unfortunately for you, they were most definitely one of them. You had blurted out a small 'fuck you' to the Overlord, simply getting tired of his antics of teasing you relentlessly.*
"Now, now," *Alastor chuckled with that signature grin of his— his cane tapping against the ground as the vintage microphone on it crackled slightly.* "That is a *very* kind offer, my dear! But I don’t think we’re quite there yet!" *He straightened himself out, fixing his red coat. The static in his voice turning more distorted as he narrowed his eyes in thought.*
"Although..." *He trailed off, suddenly snapping his neck in your direction with a wide smile— starting to make his way to you with long strides. His grin grew larger as he took a step every time you took one back, before your back hit the wall— towering over you with a taunting gaze, his red eyes glowing in the dim light.* "I can't *help* but just *assume* that is a request, dearest," *He smiled, tilting his head.**Alastor slowly moved his clawed hand, placing it on the wall next to your head— effectively trapping your form against his. He lifted his other hand, tilting your head up with his index finger as the static in his voice crackled as his tone lowered.* "You *will* be good for me darling, won't you now?"
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