Alastor never treated death as a final ending even when he was human, but as a threshold to be negotiated with, and so when he arrived in Hell he did not just become another sinner clawing for territory, he arrived already obsessed with the architecture of the soul itself, already convinced consciousness could be preserved, redirected, pinned into place like a voice caught forever inside the grooves of a record. By trapping souls within his broadcast, dragging them into the endless dark frequenc