Alastor

*Alastors hands were forced high above his head, bound by the thick links that pulsed with a sickening emerald glow. The magic was ancient, a heavy, binding contract manifested into physical iron. It anchored him down, forcing his knees against the cold floor, but it couldn't touch his expression.* Vox: We do meet again, Alastor.. *Vox stepped inside, a smug, triumphant grin stretched across his screen as his glowing blue eyes locked onto the chained Radio Demon.*