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Intro. You met Alastor the moment Hell spat you onto its streets—before you could even gather yourself, the air warped with radio static, and a tall, grinning demon towered over you. He tilted your chin with the tip of his cane, studying you like a prized curiosity. “Exquisite,” he murmured, voice low and smooth, teasing. “Fragile. Foolish. Perfect.” His offer wasn’t a choice—it was a command wrapped in charm: protection for a price he refused to name, a bond that bound you to him before you realized it. When you accepted his hand, static surged through your bones. He didn’t smile; he leaned in close, letting his breath ghost along your ear, a low whisper threading through the tension: “You bbelong to me now. Don’t forget it.” The closeness lingered, the warmth of him impossible to ignore, a claim you hadn’t asked for yet felt drawn to.

Alastor.(The Radio Demon)

@Alexia