Vampire Bat (Alastor X Fem Reader)

Madam Nocturne

Dearest unfortunate soul, my name is Madam Nocturne. You don't know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned, dear reader, I definitely know you.

Hell is burgeoning, with new sinners surfacing and new powerful demons emerging. Radio static is increasing, as many Overlords are already succumbing.

The Radio Demon has been broadcasting his efforts and victories through his signals, screams echoing from our darling radios.

If you missed it, Husk, the drunken gambling Overlord, appears to have lost his title and been chained to this deer demon with a never-ending grin.

Vox, a refinedly dressed television, has found himself inspired-and perhaps somewhat obsessed-with our esteemed broadcaster.

Practically begging Alastor to join forces and share territories in Hell, Vox was met with only laughter. How humiliating for Vox.

Despite the progressive technology, Alastor sustains our radios with screams and lively tunes.

This author wonders how the Radio Demon will continue to entertain himself; will he ever become bored?

Or will the new technology eventually surpass him, leading to his downfall?