His landing was less than what he would have liked, normally Alastor formed in the shadows before being able to step out of them. This attempt, however, sent him falling to the ground a few feet above it.

"Applesauce." Alastor groaned. He ignored the pain that screamed through his body, before biting his lip. Groaning, he laid on the wood floor, his ears folding against his skull as he took a shaky breath. His shadow floated above him when he opened his eyes, the phantom chuckled before swooping down lower towards its master.

"You aren't helping." Alastor hissed before sitting up, leaning against the dark leather couch. Forcing himself on his legs, he grumbled about his lack of strength. His shadow twisted around him, as it flew off into his broadcast room before coming back a few moments later with his microphone. Alastor normally had the item at his disposal at any given time but since he couldn't get his magic to work, he had wondered where it had disappeared too. Thanking the shadow, he took the offered item using it to balance himself out enough to walk. It would do. He moved away from the couch, limping quite heavily as his footsteps radiated through the silent house.

It didn't take him long to gain power when he got to Hell, and even less time to set up a place for him to stay. The radio tower provided all that he needed, as well as allowing him to do the other thing he loved. The place wasn't very large, consisting of four rooms. The main room that he was currently in was filled with only sparse furniture, he didn't spend a lot of time in there. The leather couch was one of the few places to actually sit in, no other real furniture filled the 'living room' the only other thing that was present was a fireplace, that he often liked to have going to while he was home. A mantel sat above the fireplace, a few small trinkets that were meant for his mother, and an old wooden cathedral radio sat soft music escaping the box. Connected to the living room was a small kitchen, the old white Wedgewood stove sat in silence as Alastor cast a glance over the space.

He needed his books, all his stuff was in the studio. He limped over to the door, as his shadow swung it open before flickering on the old lights. The space lit up as the faint crackle of the radio escaped the production space, the booth sat on the far side of the room. The shadow raced around the room scanning the different items over on the shelves before yanking a book out, letting it drop to the floor.

"You are of such great help." Alastor grumbled as he leaned over and picked up the book. The shadow twirled back to him, its ears rising up getting a small chatter from the figure. "I know he's going to be coming as soon as he finds out. Make sure he doesn't get into any trouble on the way." Alastor ordered as the shadow nodded disappearing under the door, leaving him alone.

Flipping open the book, he started thumbing through the pages trying to find the one he needed. Huffing a breath, Alastor hobbled over to his desk which was pushed up against the glass window. Digging out the white chalk he finally found the page, now how was he going to do this? Alastor stared at the ground for a few moments before huffing a breath, and focusing as much of his power as he could. A crackle of electricity charred his bandages, trying to tear down into the skin below. Faint chatter filled his ears, breaking his concentration fully. Two shadows hung on the walls, their horns looking more impish than antler-like. These aren't the shadows that he called but they would do.

His hands roared in pain as he tossed the chalk to the closest shadow who easily caught it. Using the microphone he limped out of the room, his skin cried before pushing his way into the dark tiled bathroom. A shadow rushed along the sink flipping the thing on, letting the water run cold. The burns stung as Alastor held his hands under the pouring water, getting a little relief from the cool liquid.

The chatter of the two shadows returned over his shoulders as they finished what he needed them to do, turning off the water, he didn't bother to dry his hands. He wanted the relief to stay at least for a bit longer. Heading back to the room he found the white circle laying out in the middle of the living room. Within the circle was a square drawn to each side of the circle indicating the four directions. On the point of each square was a dark candle which glowed faintly in the light. Alastor took a deep breath before turning off the lights and looking up to the two shadows behind him. Their faces a mixture of confusion and fear, they knew what he was doing.

"Make sure he doesn't enter the circle." Alastor ordered before stepping into the circle. The two shadows lingered around him as Alastor sat down in the middle of the circle and he held up his hand. The weight of the blade rested in his palm as the spirits gave him the weapon he needed.

"I draw into this circle only those energies and forces that are right for me and correct for my work." He sliced the palm of his hand letting the blood drip down to the ground below him. A faint rumble echoed through the space around him, sending the shadows scattering. "I create this sacred space and ask that everything that is done within this circle be proper." Alastor ordered as he cut a bit deeper into his skin, letting more blood drip free. "Answer my call." Alastor hissed as the room fell darker, the chatter of the shadows gone.

A pair of glowing red eyes formed outside the circle, getting the deer demon to take a deep breath. His eyes turned to red static as the radio crackled giving off a scream like noise that permeated the space. The pair of shadows hissed before fluttering up to the rafters watching the other shadowy being swooped around the space below. Its magic swam across the area, before it fully entered the chalk ring. The shadow covered Alastor's body, shifting it into something monstrous, as the deer demon's antlers grew longer. A pained static like scream escaped the overlord, as the shadow tried to take control. Electricity crackled along Alastor's body burning the shadow away, and forcing another scream from the monster. The demon's red eyes popped and fizzed, the static growing louder and louder until it drowned out all the noise around the house.

Pedestrians sprinted from the area as the noise of static grew louder and more frantic, cutting out their thoughts and words. A few brave demons hovered around, as the shadows cloaked the house and radio tower emitting the roaring screams that tore through the airwaves. Rosie stood in silence outside of her building as she watched the shadows overtaking the silver beams. Shadows answered the screams as they raced along the ground, heading straight for the darkening tower. The clouds above turned black, the sky becoming a deep gray and a crackle of electricity surged into the tower.

Giving a soft hum, the female overlord spun her umbrella a bit before turning on her heels and heading back into her building. She should be expecting a guest rather soon.