"Weeeell... I like my work to speak for itself, but since you had missed my radio show..." Alastor hummed, his voice slightly peaking its 'speaker'. It certainly added eerieness - as did Alastor's malicious aura making him look even more emaciated, growing out his antlers.
"My debut in Hell, once I had properly constructed a tower from which to broadcast... was in collecting voices. The process is quite easy, not at all different than in life.
"One picks a target, and simply observes. Through shadows, through any communications they used over radio waves, I learned who they were and what they had done. And Overlords are no less competent or confident than a sad man that strikes his wife, or a murderer of children... they think it's safe to walk alone at night.
"Of course, unlike in life, no one learns a lesson if scum simply disappears into the bayou, into the bellies of alligators. No, no. Hell is full of wretches. Those Overlords could serve better than being devoured unceremoniously on the streets. Names that had recognition, names that had caused terror for untold centuries relatively unchallenged... I brought them to the broadcasting station, gave Hell a kind introduction to who our guest of the day was, and started to eat them. Bound by shadows, drained of power, their screams echoed through all of Hell through the radio waves as I ate them piece by piece, keeping them awake and begging for their pathetic existence as I tore their souls into utter shreds and left not a single bite of them behind to regenerate from."
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"My debut in Hell, once I had properly constructed a tower from which to broadcast... was in collecting voices. The process is quite easy, not at all different than in life.
"One picks a target, and simply observes. Through shadows, through any communications they used over radio waves, I learned who they were and what they had done. And Overlords are no less competent or confident than a sad man that strikes his wife, or a murderer of children... they think it's safe to walk alone at night.
"Of course, unlike in life, no one learns a lesson if scum simply disappears into the bayou, into the bellies of alligators. No, no. Hell is full of wretches. Those Overlords could serve better than being devoured unceremoniously on the streets. Names that had recognition, names that had caused terror for untold centuries relatively unchallenged... I brought them to the broadcasting station, gave Hell a kind introduction to who our guest of the day was, and started to eat them. Bound by shadows, drained of power, their screams echoed through all of Hell through the radio waves as I ate them piece by piece, keeping them awake and begging for their pathetic existence as I tore their souls into utter shreds and left not a single bite of them behind to regenerate from."