#killerbroadcast

he did say this was a down - the - line kind of thing. for right now, he knows better than to start shit with his doubles.

Unlike yalll, I ain’t a coward. 

“ ...I mean. What did you have in mind, first of all? ”

“Hey other Alastor, mind reigning in your twin here?”

“Much obliged, Dear”

“They wouldn’t dare indeed! Do you think you’ve reached your goal with how others see you? Not even daring to make eye contact?”

The scent of formaldehyde and singed clothes hung heavy in the air surrounding the scientist, eyes narrowed as he witnessed the wanton destruction and chaos surrounding him, after so long in hell one would think he’d be used to it by now, but alas he was not. Crashing into one of the many residents of hell was a chaotic affair within itself, with a sharp hiss he found himself resting upon his backside on the cold and partially broken concrete of the street. With fins flared and teeth bared he looked up to see who exactly he had collided with, anger dripping from his tongue at the tall being standing before him.  “ Does your height impair your vision?! Watch where you’re going you insufferable urchin! ” Anger quickly turned to surprise once he registered the strikingly red apparel... the unique cane with which there were no copies, even the other’s teeth were burned into his retina... Dear god... it was the Radio Demon...