A Game of hearts

Chapter 3: A Change in Tone

A few days have gone by, all that rung in your mind was that night. Why would Vox base his judgment on his pet reaction to someone? Doesn't matter now, you must make a decision quickly before his Patience runs out. Suddenly your hellphone rang. It was a number you've never seen before. Could it be him? Impossible, you didn't even give him your number. You answer out of curiosity, a deep voice echoes from the device.

"Vox wants you to come over to the Porn Studio by 6:30 tonight. If I may suggest, don't be late." Then the person hung up. A thousand thoughts ran through your mind, mostly with how you'd die. Before too long though, your phone alarm sat off scaring you out of your mental processing. Almost time to head to work, but it seemed like if it was only a few seconds. Rushing to get dressed, you held that decision in the back of your mind while you headed for the office.

Work was tiring today, your fingers grew sore as you wrote all day. Papers piled up on your desk. Most were bank statements, some were just office work for the sake of more miserable work. Hours gone by, that damn thought stuck in your mind like superglue. On your way back, a new message appeared. "You've got two hours left, I suggest hurrying up or this might get difficult..." that's all you needed to make your decision. Death wasn't worth some time wasted on a big headed egotistical rich douche.

On your way back, A building Illuminated a static blue light. As you walked by, that voice was growing louder and louder. Until it was right there, a stack of old and new tvs, showing ads promoted by Vox. "For all you wannabe Rockstars out there, why not try our newest line of amplifiers! Introducing the new 'V-Rocks' amplifier. This new baby can blast a hole right through a building! Don't believe me!? Just watch!" Suddenly the camera faded to black as soon as he strummed a guitar. Then static, as you were about to leave, it came up again. "Going somewhere?" Said Vox in a deep tone. You froze, goosebumps crawling up your arms and legs. The screens suddenly flashed a deep red as Vox appeared on all the screens. "I-I uh, I was headed home to get ready. I-I heard you wanted to see me." You replied slightly shaken by big red glow of his eyes. His face took up most of the screens, his chuckle rattled you to the bone. "We'll see you soon~" then he vanished into static.

A few hours have passed by, dressed and nervous, you made your way to the big building with three hot pink x's cascading over the street. The possibilities that ran through your head were not much help either. Walking inside, the atmosphere seemed to be peaceful. The music muffled, the interior was modern, it looked somewhat clean. Sat at a desk was a receptionist, a small goat like demon working on reservations for vip guests. You walk up to her desk and wait quietly for her to notice you.

It was quite a long time before she hung up the phone and apologized for the wait. You simply nod and ask where Vox was. The receptionist gave you an odd look. You gulped your nerves and asked again. This time, you showed the message on your phone. She pushed her glasses up and got up out of her desk. She asked you to follow her to the top floor. You nodded and went along.

*Vox POV*

Sitting on one of the bar stools in the kitchen, I felt oddly nervous. Out of everything I've witnessed in hell, this was the thing that made me nervous? Pathetic, can't be true, I'm one of the strongest overlords in hell! Pathetic to think something so benign could be my downfall. It's not true, it better not be. Sipping the Monte Carlo I held in my hand, a sigh of relief escaped my vocals. Suddenly, a gloved hand smacked against the glass table.

It was Valentino, the big baby was whining about Vark again. Said that Vark chewed on his old glasses. "Don't you only wear the same brand? Why are you upset about them? That's childish Val." Val looked at me in a way that made me shiver. He then yelled at me for insulting him and spoiling Vark too much. Even went as far as saying that Vark was useless. I held in my temper but only just. Then a knock on the door shut Val up.

I got up and walked to the door. Val sat down and finished off my drink, asshole. I opened the door and was surprised to see Y/N in front of me dressed up. "Oh It's you, please come in, you look very snappy if I do say so myself." Watching y/n walk in nervously, I couldn't help but share the same feeling. I closed the door behind me and showed them to the bar table.

*Back to third person*

Val smiled ear to ear as you made yourself as comfortable as possible sitting next to him. Vox glared at Val, clearly something between the two drove them apart but you kept your mind off of it. "Care for a drink y/n?" Vox asked politely. You nodded and scratched the back of your head. Val lit one of his cigarettes and asked in a cold voice "you looking forward for tonight's plans? It's gonna be a killer~ hehehe." Your eyes went wide, what did he mean by killer? Knowing him, we've probably just walked into our grave. Val laughed seeing your reaction, Vox threw a spoon at him. "Grow up Val, those jokes weren't funny since the 70s, or are you too lazy to update yourself to modern times?" Val squinted his eyes and replied "Be careful Vox, Be very fuckin careful."

Just before another fight broke out, Velvet walked out of her room and saw y/n. "Uh, who the hell is that? Val, we said no prostitutes!" Val barley held in his laughter blurting out a small giggle. Vox on the other hand sat your drink down and replied to Velvet "they are not working under Val because they would've had a black eye by now. Now how about you apologize and stop being a dumb child!" The three just stood there, glaring. The tension was definitely strong enough to kill somebody. Let's make sure that it isn't you.

You tapped on Vox's hand, it snapped him out of his stand-off. The tension died down and you could breathe again. "Mr. Vox, what exactly are we going to do tonight?" You ask shyly. Vox cleared his throat and straightened his tie. "We're going on a drive to a diner. And since you've interrupted our night I figured to returned the favor." You stuck your tongue out playfully and giggled. He did the same, Val realized that Vox was doing more than being a nuisance. He was flirting with y/n! Why? Why that boring weak figure? It was insulting to Val, but his mind was curious about what was going to happen later that night.

(1200 words later we now have Chapter three done! Things are beginning to change and You are responsible for it~)