An Angel's Love (Lucifer X O.C)

Chapter VIII - Radio Vs. Video

(Your P.O.V)

The next day came around and I had this massive migraine. "Uh, remind me to never drink like that again." I muttered out loud and slowly walked into the bathroom, I ran a bath and made sure to use my bath bombs and some bath salt. I lit some apple-cinnamon-scented candles and just relaxed. I had some soft piano playing in the background before it was rudely interrupted by none other than Alastor.

Salutations!

Good to be back on the air. 

Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast. 

Sinners rejoice! 

What a dated voice! 

Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast. 

Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? 

Flitting between this fad and that. 

Is nothing working?

Every day he's got a new format! 

YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE!

 He's the shit that comes before that! 

Is Vox as strong as he purports? 

Or is it based on his support? 

He'd be powerless without the other Vees! 

And here's the sugar on the cream.

He asked ME to join this team!

I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.

"Holy shit, did this smiley prick just say 'That's the tea'?" I whispered to myself and I sank deeper into the warm bath. 

You oold timey PRICK! I'll show y-you suffering! 

Uh oh, the TV is buffering! 

We could the glitching in Vox's voice and to be honest, he's letting this dumbass deer demon get to him. Then again he did start this, guess he couldn't deal with what he put out. 

I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU-YOU LIT-T-LE—

I'm afraid you've lost your signal.

Let's begin.

I could practically hear Alastor changing into his true demon form and frankly, I am far too hungover to deal with this shit.

I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!

Tune on in.

When I'm done, your status quo will know it's race is run!

Oh, this will be fun!

When they stopped, I had to get out. "When I see that motherfucking deer, I'ma bout to stab him in his fucking eye socket and feed his remains to the cannibals!" I exclaimed and then whimpered in pain, fuck forgot about the migraine. "After I take some meds." I said and changed into literally a black tank top, some fluffy pajama pants, and my ducky slippers. No bra required and I simply don't give two shits. 

I walked down there and Charlie was the first to greet me. "Dali, where've you been?" She asked and I shushed her. "I have a massive migraine, Charlie, please don't sing or be too loud. I'm in a pissed-off mood from Alastor and Vox ruining my relaxing bath." I begged Charlie and she nodded. "That explains.... your get up...." Charlie awkwardly said and I sighed. "It's my 'I don't give two flying fucks about what someone thinks' look." I explained and she laughed awkwardly, she let me pass and I patted her head in thanks, making her gleam in happiness. "I swear she's too pure for this world." I muttered and walked into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, grabbed about three aspirin, and chugged the pills and the firey hot liquid.