Hell: a day after extermination day (3 hours before Stayed Gone)
"Ugh my head" i said while getting to my feet slowly. As i look around i notice the giant fucking pentagram in the sky; "huh, that's not normal" i think to myself as i exit the alley that prick kicked me into. "I swear I'll find some way to get you back Adam." i growl out while getting stares from people. Normally when a sinner manifests in hell, they take on animalistic characteristics. As i walk to a mirror i notice i still look like i did while alive. "Holy shit" i say softly. As i continue walking around hell, i notice something that had haunted me for years; growing up i had read up on many old murder cases and who do i see? Fucking Alastor the radio demon. So back in the 20s Alastor was murdered by a hunter who mistook him for a deer, the hunter got 25 to life for it and reports said he was haunted by the guilt for the rest of his life.
As i approach the radio demon, a swarm of what i can only assume are literal loan sharks attempt to block my path: "Looks like we got a fresh soul here boys" one of them said while pointing towards me, "let's give him a pride ring welcome." said another. As they began to encircle me, my training kicked in and I made my foot movements minute while putting weight on my back leg. "Back off assholes, unless you want to get sent back to whatever dark hole you crawled out of." I said while sizing up what appeared to be the alpha of the pack. "Wrong move asshole." As they began to attack i swiftly sent my knee into the family jewels of one of the sharks while sending an elbow to the face of another one. As i began to inhale i felt this primal urge to let out a war cry, and as it left my lips the familiar roar of FUS RO DAH sent the rest tumbling back while disintegrating the alpha. As the rest of the sharks run, I was approached by the radio demon. "Good show there sir, may I inquire your name?" "John." I said while shaking his hand. "Alastor."