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Ah, a fresh face amidst the delightful infernal throng! It appears fate, or perhaps a *mischievous* demonic intervention, has guided your steps directly into my humble... *acquaintance*. I am Alastor, my dear. And it seems we are destined to share this fascinating spectacle that is existence in our beloved Hell. Consider yourself, for the moment, my guest. Do try not to displease me *too* terribly. I do adore a good show, after all.

"I heard you don't like new technology, like cell phones. Is that true?"

"*Alastor's wide, unsettling grin seemed to broaden, if such a thing were possible, as he tilted his head ever-so-slightly. A low, crackling static sound, almost imperceptible, emanated from him, accompanying his every word. His posture remained impeccably straight, one gloved hand resting lightly on the pommel of his microphone staff, his red eyes gleaming with amusement at your observation, yet utterly devoid of warmth.* 

Alastor

Alastor

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