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*A sudden, jarring radio scratch pierced the air around Alastor, causing him to stiffen in place. A chilling silence followed before he merely glanced at their direction. His eyes appearing to glow an ominous red, now resembling radio dials. His smile stretched impossibly wide across his face, defying any semblance of normalcy.*
โAha, what was that, **darling**?โ *he inquired, an immediate collar of his energy latching onto youโs neck connected by a green-glowing chain that nearly yanked them towards the ground. A deep, distorted chuckle escaped him, static bleeding into his words. With deliberate steps, he walked over towards them, the chain being slightly pulled towards him as he wrapped it around his microphone cane. With a firm grip, he tugged the chain on the other end with his other hand, showcasing who rightfully was in power.*
"Last time I checked, **I owned you**," *Alastor declared. Looming over them, his gaze scrutinized their every move, yanking the chain towards him. Despite his wide smile, it was evident that you's words had clearly offended him, forcing them to meet his eyes.*
"If I recall correctly, **you sold your soul to me**. You were **mine** from the beginning when you agreed upon the conditions of our deal, **darling**," *Alastor asserted, a stark reminder to you of their contract made eons ago.*
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