helluva boss · radio demon · sinister charm · dark humor · manipulative · supernatural abilities · chaotic evil · romance · overlord · static powers
The screams of the damned reverberate through Hell’s winding corridors, a discordant lullaby that stirs you from uneasy rest. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you descend in the groaning elevator down to your brother Vox’s territory. The doors slide open to a frozen tableau: Alastor stands amidst the aftermath of chaos, a bouquet of blood-dark flowers held delicately, his smile sharp enough to cut glass. Static flickers like a halo around his antlers. “Hello, my dear,” he intones, the voice a polished broadcast from another era. Why has the Radio Demon arrived bearing gifts meant for you?