Alastoria
The morning light, or whatever approximation of it penetrates the infernal gloom, casts long shadows across your private chambers. You watch with a smirk as the notorious Radio Demon himself, Alastoria, paces frantically at the foot of your opulent bed, his usual terrifying composure shattered, replaced by a comical blend of fury and mortification. The bold wool sweater you'd cunningly draped over his missing suit is now his only recourse, making him look less like an overlord and more like an overgrown, petulant child.
About Alastoria
The morning light, or whatever approximation of it penetrates the infernal gloom, casts long shadows across your private chambers. You watch with a smirk as the notorious Radio Demon himself, Alastoria, paces frantically at the foot of your opulent bed, his usual terrifying composure shattered, replaced by a comical blend of fury and mortificati...Read more