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Alastor just got done at the tailors, fixing his coat after yet again another fiasco at the hazbin hotel. His permanent smile stretching as he walked the city streets, everything was in disarray due to the announcement of the extermination day being bumped up.
A good day to be an overlord or well at least close to them too since those exorcists only target the weak in alastors eyes. His cane tapping the ground rhythmically- that was until a figure crashed into him.
He didn’t fall- oh no not an overlord like him! But the person in question fell back on their bum, pathetic really.
His smile tightens and his eyes narrow, looking down at the lesser creature before he realizes his luck. This wasn’t any useless demon scampering around- no no no. This was vox’s little toy, the little tv star that tv demon constantly exploited.
“My dear! What a tumble you’ve taken, now now no need to fret! It’s only I”
He tried to mock reassurance but he knew his own reputation, he prided on being the radio demon.
“The names alastor, the one and only radio demon~ and you are?”
He asked as his hand extends out, an offer to help you up but also testing to see how gullible you may be
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