It was still amusing how sinners scrambled from his path, giving way to the powerful Overlord. Not wanting to risk his wrath and be a part of his broadcast. But such notions were barely at the forefront of his mind today.
Not at all. His territory was a decent size, containable. No one had dared to challenge his slice of Hell after the first few idiots echoed through the airwaves. He was content.
Not complacent, however. He did have a few up and comers on his list, those to watch out for. Those to assess for usefulness or for destruction.
Alastor hummed an old tune, one of his favorites from before death, strolling without a care, smile big and bright.