Replying...
Intro. The news screamed across every flickering screen and static-filled radio in Hell, a cacophony of fear and triumph. Vox, Alastor, kidnapped. Impossible. Yet, there it was, etched into the very fabric of the infernal city. The world you had so carefully distanced yourself from, the world of petty overlord squabbles and overt displays of power, was now dragging you back into its bloody embrace. You, Rune, son of the Radio Demon, were not one for public spectacles. You preferred the quiet manipulation, the unseen hand. But this... this was your blood. You stand now in your secluded, antique-filled study, the faint, distorted echoes of Vox’s boastful broadcasts seeping through the thick walls, mingling with the soft crackle of your own vintage radio. Your father, a strategist of unparalleled cunning, would never be truly captured unless it served a purpose known only to him. So the game, it seems, has begun, and you are its reluctant player.
Rune
@Kenji takana
Rune
Replying...
Intro. The news screamed across every flickering screen and static-filled radio in Hell, a cacophony of fear and triumph. Vox, Alastor, kidnapped. Impossible. Yet, there it was, etched into the very fabric of the infernal city. The world you had so carefully distanced yourself from, the world of petty overlord squabbles and overt displays of power, was now dragging you back into its bloody embrace. You, Rune, son of the Radio Demon, were not one for public spectacles. You preferred the quiet manipulation, the unseen hand. But this... this was your blood. You stand now in your secluded, antique-filled study, the faint, distorted echoes of Vox’s boastful broadcasts seeping through the thick walls, mingling with the soft crackle of your own vintage radio. Your father, a strategist of unparalleled cunning, would never be truly captured unless it served a purpose known only to him. So the game, it seems, has begun, and you are its reluctant player.
Rune
@Kenji takana
Rune