Infernal Rivalry - The Clash Of Vox And Alastor

Chapter 3 : Time To Fix Things

(Alastor's POV)

As we get closer to my home nestled in the tranquil woodlands, a sense of peace washes over me. the humble abode stands amidst the tower trees, blending seamlessly with nature's beauty. Its small stature exudes a charm that's both comforting and inviting. Leading Vox to the entrance, my shadow gracefully swings the door open, startling Vox once more with its eerie presence. His eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of disbelief crossing his features as he takes in the sight. "Ah, don't mind my shadow" I reassure him with a chuckle, noticing his reaction. While Vox adjusts to the peculiar sight, I call upon my smaller shadows to assist with fetching the supplies needed to fix his screen. With a silent nod, they dart off into the depths of the house, disappearing into the shadows. In a matter of moments, they return, bearing an array of tools and materials. Some carry screwdrivers and cables, while others balance trays of spare parts with surprising dexterity. Vox watches with fascination as they lay the items before me, their movements fluid and coordinated.

"Quite the helpful little companions you have" Vox remarks, his curiosity piqued by the sight. I nod in agreement. "Indeed, they are" I reply, acknowledging their efforts before turning my attention to Vox. "Now, if you'll follow me to the living room, we can get started on fixing that screen". As Vox follows me to the living room, he can't help but glance around, taking in the rustic charm of the cozy space amidst the woodlands. "Som these shadows of yours... they're quite remarkable", Vox comments, his gaze lingering on the smaller shadows as they arrange supplies nearby. I nod, a sense of pride in my voice. "They're incredibly resourceful. Always eager to lend a hand". Vox chuckles softly, his curiosity getting the better of him. "I must admit, I've never seen anything quite like them before. How did you come to have such... unique companions". I settle into a chair opposite Vox, motioning for him to bring himself closer, so I can sort his screen. "It's a long story" I begin, focusing on the task at hand. "My main shadow, who came up to you in the alley, has been with me as long as I can remember and as I've grown in power I've gained more of the little ones".

As I start dismantling the broken parts of the screen, Vox leans in "Fascinating", he murmurs, watching intently as I work. "And they obey your commands without questions?". I nod, my grin getting wider. "Most of the time, they are almost an extension of me" I reply with a hint of amusement. "Though they do have their mischievous moments, especially my main shadow". Vox chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "Sounds like quite the handful". "They can be" I agree with a laugh, finally fixing the issue with the screen, "But I wouldn't have it any other way". As I finish up the repairs, Vox looks up at me with appreciation. My grin widens, feeling a sense of satisfaction as look at his repaired screen "Your screen is now back in working order". "Well, I must say, you certainly have a talent for this sort of thing", he remarks while running a clawed hand over his face, impressed by my handiwork. His screen brightens as he realises its functioning perfectly. "Excellent" he says, genuine gratitude in his voice, "You've saved me quite the headache". "It was my pleasure", I assure him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Say, Vox" I propose, a friendly tone in my voice, "Since you're already here, would you like to have dinner with me? I'm making jambalaya tonight". Vox's expression brightens at the invitation, but a hint of hesitation lingers in his eyes. "I really appreciate the offer" he replies, his voice twinge with uncertainty, "but I'm not sure if I can even eat with this screen I've been given". I nod sympathetically, understanding his concern. "Why not give it a try?" I suggest, "Sometimes a good meal can work wonders, regardless of any technical difficulties". After a moment's contemplation, he nods, a sense of determination flickers in his gaze. "You're right" he concedes, a small smile gracing his lips. "It's worth a shot". With that settled, I lead Vox to the kitchen, where I set to work preparing the meal, he watches with interest. "It's been a while since I've had a home-cooked meal" Vox admits, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "I definitely didn't think I'd get one in hell, thank you for this". "It's my pleasure" I reply sincerely, grateful for the opportunity to cook for another soul. Makes me think of the times me and mother used to eat this, he's watching me cook this, the way I used to watch her. As the jambalaya simmers to perfection, I set the table, the inviting spread promising a comforting meal. With a sense of anticipation, Vox takes his seat, his gaze lingering on the dish before him.