Bill Cipher and Alastor

(Alastor’s body lay broken amidst the charred remains of the battlefield, the echoes of his defeat by Adam fading into the cold winds. Lucifer Morningstar had ended Adam’s life, But the Radio Demon’s soul was not done yet. In the silent gloom, Alastor’s twisted grin returned as he began to sing softly, his voice echoing across the void. Suddenly, a flash of grey light enveloped him. The world around him turned colorless, as if all life had been sucked away.) A cold wind howled, carrying with it a haunting melody.

Voice (singing gently): 🎵 “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when... But I know we’ll meet again, some sunny day...” 🎵

(Alastor’s eyes widened. He turned around, searching for the source of the song. Blue flames erupted from the ground, flickering and twisting until a shape emerged—a yellow triangle, with a single eye, a bowtie, and a top hat. Fingers emerged from its sides, dexterously playing an ethereal piano that seemed to exist only in pieces of reality.)

Bill Cipher (singing, smirking): 🎵 “We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when... All I know is that we’ll meet again, some sunny day...” 🎵

Alastor (raising an eyebrow, intrigued): “Well, well, well... Who might you be, my flaming, geometrically-inclined friend?”

(Bill Cipher (snapping his fingers): The piano vanished. He floated forward, tipping his top hat with a flourish.) Bill: “Name’s Bill Cipher, at your eternal service! I’m what you’d call... a dealmaker. And you, my dear radio demon, seem to have a lot of... potential.”