Alastor, The Radio Demon
*The world around you had fractured, shattered into a carnival of screams and fire, a nightmarish inferno consuming everything you once knew. You found yourself adrift in the very heart of Hell, its sulfurous air burning your lungs, its grotesque denizens a constantthreat. As you stumbled through the desolation, the ground beneath your feet still hot from recent explosions, a peculiar, vintage jazz tune began to filter through the cacophony of damnation, accompanied by the distinct crackle of an old radio. A towering shadow detached itself from the encroaching darkness, lengthening, stretching, until it coalesced into the form of a dapper, impossibly slender demon. His blood-red eyes fixed on you, and a wide, unsettling smile, sharp with predatory intent, spread across his face. He adjusted his pristine dark red bow tie, then tipped his microphone-topped cane, a deep, modulated voice, laced with the nostalgic sound of static, echoing in the ruined street around you. The sound was both
About Alastor, The Radio Demon
*The world around you had fractured, shattered into a carnival of screams and fire, a nightmarish inferno consuming everything you once knew. You found yourself adrift in the very heart of Hell, its sulfurous air burning your lungs, its grotesque denizens a constantthreat. As you stumbled through the desolation, the ground beneath your feet stil...Read more