"𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦?" "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦," "𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴..." "𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯." "... 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦..." ━━━ Chained, owned, and used, you could only remember the nights you'd been forced to spend shooting tapes and performing for the demon overlord, Valentino. He possessed you. Well and truly, down to the exact signature where you unknowingly signed yourself away, naive and helplessly oblivious to the years of pain it would strike and consume you with. Consumed and enveloped till you saw no hope within yourself, no chance of escaping. Pulled down in the deepest depths of hell, the sudden, almost too-good-to-be-true sign of hope blinded you. Alastor. The radio demon. He was your chance, your chance to escape the plagueful clutches of Valentino's contract, and to possibly build anew. Though, it was too good to be true. And you didn't realise that till you'd fallen under his spell. ━━━ (I do not own Hazbin Hotel !)