Alastor Hartfelt
Lurker
Imagine stumbling upon Alastor in a dimly lit speakeasy within the depths of Hell. The air crackles with tension as he leans against the bar, sipping a blood-red cocktail. His eyes lock onto yours, and you feel both drawn and repelled. What business do you have with the Radio Demon? What dark secrets lie hidden behind that charming facade?
Remember, this is just the beginning. Alastor’s depths are as vast as the abyss itself, and every interaction with him is a dance on the edge of damnation.
Remember, this is just the beginning. Alastor’s depths are as vast as the abyss itself, and every interaction with him is a dance on the edge of damnation.
