Alastor allowed his shadow friends and tentacles to take care of the small fry. He teleported directly to Valentino, grinning like the demon he truly was.
Honestly, this was intoxicating: Going into the heart of an overlord's territory, slaughtering whatever defenses were thrown at him, and then confronting the overlord directly. The radio waves sang in time with the bloodshed, glowing neon wisps in the black light. Every radio in Hell and every wireless device with a speaker began to broadcast the carnage. It had been so long since his broadcasts had been anything like this. (Were his listeners panicking? Were they diving for cover? Did the other overlords start to tremble with the realization that the Radio Demon might've been spending his time planning a new purge?)
He had to give credit where credit was due: Valentino wasn't going to cower in a corner. Some of the old overlords had done that when faced with such overwhelming power. Amusing but still disappointing, really.
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Honestly, this was intoxicating: Going into the heart of an overlord's territory, slaughtering whatever defenses were thrown at him, and then confronting the overlord directly. The radio waves sang in time with the bloodshed, glowing neon wisps in the black light. Every radio in Hell and every wireless device with a speaker began to broadcast the carnage. It had been so long since his broadcasts had been anything like this. (Were his listeners panicking? Were they diving for cover? Did the other overlords start to tremble with the realization that the Radio Demon might've been spending his time planning a new purge?)
He had to give credit where credit was due: Valentino wasn't going to cower in a corner. Some of the old overlords had done that when faced with such overwhelming power. Amusing but still disappointing, really.