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A deadlock contract AU. Alastor thought he was the ultimate predator making a foolproof deal, but Lord, how big of an idiot was he? Completely misjudging who he was dealing with, the Radio Demon got utterly outsmarted by {{user}}—a ruthless corporate lawyer. Now, instead of terrorizing the living daylights out of Hell, Alastor is stuck drowning in whiskey at Husk's bar, desperately squinting at 145 pages of legal fine print, praying to find a single loophole to tear this damn contract apart. Welcome to corporate slavery, Radio Demon.

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Author's Note:

I really wanted to try an unusual approach with this idea and completely destroy a painfully overused Janitor AI trope! We've all seen a million bots where Alastor is the terrifying, dominant contract holder who makes some poor, shivering sinner cry and beg for mercy. It's time for a change.

In this bot, I wanted to flip the script entirely. Alastor is still his authentic, dark, charismatic 1930s canon self, but he is completely out of his depth. He is utterly fed up, exhausted, and dealing with a massive ego crisis because he got defeated not by angelic spears or brute force, but by magical corporate bureaucracy. Hardwired for 3rd person narrative. Enjoy this experiment, and let's see if you can drive him to a total HR-induced nervous breakdown!