An accidental kiss can be just that. An accident that neither party brings up again but viewed by the wrong passer by can cause major complications. Though Vox wouldn't be considered as such. More an invasive watcher. On a small screen among many, played the small moment between Angel and Alastor. The feed paused on the scene. A high up view of the interaction. Hiding Alastor's expression from sight.
A blue gloved hand reached out to touch the screen. Static from the surface running up the palm. Like film digging in the idea that Vox was worlds away. The screen head stared at the paused image. His eyes wide and his mouth held open. Showing clenched teeth. His head began to glow with the brightness turning up. The shock forming to pure rage. His teeth clenching. He grabbed the screen and pulled it. Coming closer to the image.
"Angeldust" he growled. "Angel fucking dust" he said louder. He grabbed the screen with his other hand and pulled at it. Standing up from his cushiony chair in his screen room. The tv hissed as it was ripped from the wires and stand holding it in place. Vox turned and threw the screen. Smashing it as it summersaulted across the floor.
"That fucker can't give me the time of day. Calls me a trend that will fade. A midcore version of him. But he can turn around and make out with a whore. Some comin slut that makes cash for tricks" Vox yelled to himself. His whole body shaking, the image still displayed on the screen. Chunks having broken off. Cracks turning part of it into lines. But the portion where they kissed was still visible. Vox growled, electricity running over him in his fury.
"Angeldust" he spoke much lower. He walked to the screen then slammed his foot into it. "Out of all the sinners in this stupid place. Of all the low life hookers. And it had to be him." Vox turned around, placing a hand on his head. He let out a little laugh. "No there's no way. 'Oh so great Alastor' wouldn't lower himself for a crack whore. Not when he rejected me. I mean I'm better then that guy. I at least still have my soul. I didn't pawn it for a chance at a spot light. I built an empire. We at least have stuff in common. Right there has to be another explanation. Another angle" Vox rambled.
He ran to his screens, flipping through the different surveillance units. But there was non in the area that caught the moment. Only the one. Which he pulled up. Watching it again. Seeing Angel lean down then Alastor turning to him. Planting a kiss. Alastor kissing Angel. Alastor not destroying him for touching him. Instead it looked like he enjoyed it. Vox grabbed the screen playing the moment over again. He shook it and screamed at it.
"There's no fucking way. There's no way. Not for Angeldust. Not for that used up bag of jizz and lube. This can't be happening again. Its not. Its not. The camera is wrong. Its a bad angle yeah he could just be saying something to Angel, yeah a whisper. That makes sense. Why he wasn't destroyed right then and there ha ha" Vox forced a laugh. He sat back down in his chair. Setting his claws into the arm rests. His smile strained as it began to fall. The image situated in front of him now. The more he looked the harder it was to convince himself that there was nothing going on.
*
There are eyes in the sky's. Anyone with half a brain knew that. Pentagram city was always being monitored. Thats how they got the news. Aside from rival studios running around in choppers or drone's now. Vox had his own little camera's hidden all around the town. Watching everything. Its how he came up with his invasive adds.
Alastor paid it little mind. Being cautious at times sure, when he was outside. Vox loved to fallow him so he always made sure to keep up appearances. It always annoyed the screen head. It always gave Alastor a chuckle.
He walked down the hall to the main room the hotel residence usually occupied. As expected everyone was situated inside. Charlie and Vaggie occupying a couch. Curled up beside one another, no doubt still waking up for the day. Lucifer situated beside them, clinging to his daughter respectfully. Despite not being tech addicted he had his phone out. Scrolling through it as the tv before them played Hell's news. One the other couch Angel lounged on most of the cushions. His long form taking up a lot as he laid out. Alastor could see Niffty stand up then sit down on his lap. Using him as the couch. Husker sat on the other end. Leaning on the arm rest with his mug of many liquids.
