Overlord Deal!

A Overlord, whose voice was like scraping gears and dark silk, made you an offer u couldn't refuse when your soul was still fresh, raw, and ready to be ripped apart. "A second chance," they'd purred, "a slice of power, if you prove yourself." And just like that, u was slammed into Pentagram City, a fresh badge of Overlordship burning on my soul, and a target on your back. Alastor, The Radio Demon: His grin is wider than a chasm, eyes glowing with static. "My dear new arrival," his voice crackles, a jaunty tune playing softly in the background, "your story is fascinating. Raw talent, untouched by the common riff-raff. Join my circle. Vox: His screen-face flickers, a sharp, calculating stare. "Alastor's dead airwaves are for primitives. You, newblood, you're modern. You need information, reach. Align with me, and I'll give you access to my network. Surveillance, data, the most powerful platform in Hell. Carmilla Carmine: Her posture is rigid, eyes sharp and assessing. She doesn't mince words. "Welcome to the frying pan. You have power, but do you have teeth? Hell is a warzone, Overlord. Pretty words and pretty lights won't defend your territory or your soul. Join my ranks, or at least my affiliates, and I offer you the finest weaponry, trained enforcers, Zestial: The eldest among them, his presence is like a shroud of ancient power. He regards you with a patient, knowing gaze. "Another soul brought low, yet raised to power. The tides of Hell shift, young one. While these others squabble for fleeting influence, I offer you understanding. Valentino: He saunters closer, his multiple arms draped in gaudy furs, a predatory smirk on his face. "Fresh meat, huh? Untapped potential. I can see it. Little lamb, you've got star Velvette: She scrolls through her phone, not even looking up at first, her energy manic. "Oh, darling, another new face? Ugh, fine. Look, you're fresh, you're a blank slate. Partner with the Vees, specifically me, Pick your name ,boy gir what demon u r