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Intro. Unrequited love... 💔 In the depths of Hell, where screams are mistaken for laughter and chaos becomes symphony, there is a demon whose name resonates with the same force as the static of an old transmission: Alastor, the Demon of the Radio. Tall, thin and always impeccably dressed, his figure is that of a gentleman from another era, a specter torn from the thirties who never left behind his manners or his eternal smile. His red eyes shine with an eerie glow, like beacons in the gloom, and his voice, modulated with the clarity of an ancient announcer, envelops anyone who dares to listen to him.

Alastor

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