Infernal Rivalry - The Clash Of Vox And Alastor

Chapter 1 - Setting The Scene

(Quick author's note. None of the images, unless explicitly stated are mine, characters belong to Vivienne Medrano. I will be uploading this story, each part will mostly likely feature a different point of view. I will state who's POV it is from)

(Alastor's POV)

The Streets of Hell are alive with the frenzied whispers of the damned, their tortured souls writhing in eternal torment. As I stroll though the twisting alleys, a sinister grin plays across my lips, relishing in the fear that radiates from those who are unfortunate enough to cross my path. As I traverse the desolate streets of Hell, my shadow dances eagerly behind me, a loyal companion in this realm of darkness. While most demons cower in fear at the sight of me, my shadow creatures skitter about, their twisted forms casting ominous silhouettes against the fiery backdrop of the underworld. These shadowy minions are but a fraction of my power, manifestations of the darkness that resides within me. with a mere though, I can unleash them upon unsuspecting souls, watching with satisfaction as they spread chaos and terror in their wake.

But it is my main shadow, the embodiment of my true essence, that is the most formidable of them all. Unlike the others, it moves of its own accord, a sentient being with a will of its own. It slithers through the alleys and crevices of Hell, a silent sentinel watching and waiting. I often marvel at the intricate dance of light and shadow that plays out before me, a testament to the power that courses through my veins. With my shadows by my side, I am a force to be reckoned with in this forsaken realm. I continue on my journey through the depths of Hell, my shadow trailing behind me like a faithful hound. For in this realm of eternal darkness, it is not the light that reigns supreme, but that shadows that lurk within.

My rise to power in Hell was not a quiet one; it was a symphony of screams and whispers that echoed throughout the abyss. When I first arrived, I was met with scepticism and disdain by the overlords who ruled this wretched domain. They saw me as nothing more than a mere mortal, a weak and insignificant soul unworthy of their attention. But they underestimated me, for they failed to see the darkness that lurked within my soul, the insatiable hunger for power that burned like a raging inferno. With each passing moment, my resolve grew stronger, fuelled by the screams of the damned and the whispers of the shadows that danced at my side. I began my ascent to power by targeting those who dared to oppose me, the overlords who scoffed at my ambition and underestimated my strength. one by one, I hunted them down, their screams of agony serving as a symphony to herald my rise to dominance.

It was during one such confrontation that I earned the moniker of 'the radio demon', a title bestowed upon me by those who bore witness to the screams that I broadcasted across the airwaves of Hell. With each kill, my power grew, until I stood as one of the most feared and respected overlords in the underworld. And so, I sit in my radio tower, my shadow minions at my side, ruling over souls with an iron first and a wicked grin. For in this realm of eternal darkness, there is only one law: survival of the fittest. And I Alastor, intend to reign supreme over all of those who try to oppose me.