Alastor

70 years ago...
V: "Yes, you're inspiring, really!"-Vox said, looking at the demon he admired—Alastor. The Radio Demon. He had already been in Hell for 100 years. When he first arrived, he immediately displayed immense power, defeating the strongest Overlords.
V: ..."If you think about it, modern entertainment started with radio."-Vox remarked, feeling bashful before his idol. Vox was sitting at the bar counter, delivering his monologue. Alastor sat beside him, sipping whiskey, listening and smiling.
V: ..."What, are my compliments boring you...?"
A: "Perhaps~"
V: "Well, I'll get to the point..."-He blushed.
V: ..."We've been close for a few years now, right?"-He moved closer to him.
V: ..."People know us, they love us. And yet, new Overlords appear every day. And before you say, 'You're a newcomer yourself'... I know, I know... But I think modernly, so you should listen to me..."
A: "I'm listening, old pal... Bartender, more whiskey!"-Alastor said, interrupting Vox.
V: "So, Alastor, I was thinking... With your incredible power and my massive influence... we would be invincible! Radio and video! We could rule Hell together, as partners!"-He extended his hand to him.
Laughter, laughter, and more laughter...
A: "Oh, this... Are you serious? Come now, Vox!"
Hysterical laughter again...
A: ..."I knew you could be pathetic, but I didn't think you'd be this much of one!"
V: "What...?"-Laughing nervously. Hurt flashed in his eyes.
A: "Oh, for fuck's sake! You need me to join your team? And here I thought you had at least come close to my level... But to ask for support? Partnership? I am very disappointed in you... And..."
V: "I just thought... Well... we're friends..."
A: "Friends?! There are no friends in Hell, Vincent! I thought you had learned that by now... How 'awkward'~..."-Still laughing hysterically.