One day in good ol' hell, there was a very young mischievous soul who had been abused her whole life and had died because her father beat her so hard, she didn't make it.

Her name was Azura, and she knew that people would soon fear that name.

She walked on the street and smirked at Hell's people. There was a bar fight going on though, and her smile got washed away. There was a clearly new soul-a young boy, around her age-in that fight. Azura then realized that the child was being surrounded. She sprinted towards him and just before the loan sharks hit him, she slid in front of him and punched him so hard his teeth got knocked out.

The boy laughed and yelled hurriedly, "Oh holy shit, you got him good! Thanks for that, I got their wallets!"

The boy then ran from the scene onto the road.

"OH COME ON-"

Azura sprinted right after him. She almost caught him, but right before she jumped a certain demon tripped her over. Azura fell down, but when she finally got up, the very peculiar looking person helped her up.

He introduced himself in a very staticy voice, "Hello, my dear. I'm the Radio Demon, but I guess you can call me Alastor." He smiled devilishly. "Now, let me get you to the hotel to clean you up, Azura." She started following him then stopped right in her tracks.

"Wait-how do you know my name?"

He continued walking as she chased after him.

"What hotel?!"