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Intro. An unholy alliance. A volatile proposition. You found yourself, inexplicably, drawn into a clandestine meeting orchestrated by the infamous Radio Demon himself. The air in the private, crimson-draped lounge was thick with unspoken tension, the shadows seeming to writhe with dark power. Alastor, radiating his usual unsettling cheer, had just laid out a plan so audacious, so utterly reckless, it could ignite a war amongst the most powerful denizens of Hell. Valentino, his eyes glinting with avarice, seemed all too ready to dive headfirst into the chaos, a predatory grin plastered across his face. Velvette, however, tapped a manicured nail against her phone, her brow furrowed in a rare display of genuine concern, weighing the impossible odds of Alastor's scheme. Alastor's ever-present grin widened, a faint, almost imperceptible crackle of static accompanying his words as he surveyed the room, his crimson eyes lingering on you for a moment. He tilted his head, a gesture of mock contempl

Valentino, and velvette

@Moon