Infernal Rivalry - The Clash Of Vox And Alastor

Chapter 26 : Misunderstanding

Lazy author moment, it's been a few years since the last chapter. Vox has now become and overlord and him and Alastor are still as close as ever. They are both a powerful duo.

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(Alastor's POV)

As the screams echoed through all of hell, Vox and I shared a victorious grin, the echoes of our recent conquest reverberating through the air. "Another successful day" I remarked, a sense of pride swelling within me as I glanced at Vox, his presence a testament to our shared victories. He nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Indeed, Al. We make quite the team" he replied, his voice carrying a note of camaraderie that resonated with our shared experiences. I clapped him on the back, "That we do, Vox. That we do" I agreed, feeling a surge of pride in our partnership and the accomplishments we had achieved together. As the day drew to a close and the echoes of our triumph subsided, I suggested, "How about we go out to dinner to celebrate our success? It's been a while since we've had a chance to unwind together". Vox's face lit up at the idea, his expression reflecting the excitement of the moment. "Sounds like a plan" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious. "Lead the way. I'm ready to celebrate our victories".

"Hey, you might want to change before we head out" I said with a playful smirk, my eyes scanning over his attire. He feigned offense, crossing his arms defensively. "What's wrong with my outfit?" Vox retorted, a hint of defiance in his tone. I chuckled, unable to suppress my grin widening as I looked him up and down. "What's right, you mean? Come on, dear, you're representing the overlords now. We gotta look the part" I teased, gesturing towards his attire with a playful flick of my hand. His lips curved into a mischievous grin, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, I suppose you have a point, Al" he conceded, his tone laced with humor. "Let's BOTH, go get changed" he added, giving a subtle nod of sass. We both headed off to our respective rooms to change. As I pulled on a fresh shirt and adjusted my jacket, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride seeing Vox grow into his role as an overlord. Despite our banter, I knew he took his responsibilities seriously, and seeing him stand tall alongside me was a testament to his strength and determination.

As I descended the stairs, I found Vox waiting for me in the living room. He had swapped his previous attire for a crisp white shirt, paired elegantly with navy trousers and a matching jacket adorned with cyan embellishments. The ensemble complemented his features, accentuating his stature and exuding a sense of refinement. "Looking sharp, Vox" I remarked with an approving nod, genuinely impressed by his sartorial choice. "Ready to paint the town red?". He grinned in response, adjusting his jacket with a casual flair. "Absolutely, Al" he replied, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Let's make tonight one to remember". As we strolled into town, the bustling streets alive with the energy of the night, Vox and I found ourselves drawn to a charming and upscale restaurant. Its warm, inviting ambiance seemed to beckon us inside, promising a memorable dining experience. Entering the restaurant, we were greeted by the aroma of delectable dishes and the soft hum of conversation. The host led us to a cozy corner table, where we settled in comfortably, taking in the elegant surroundings. Seated across from Vox, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the evening ahead. It was a rare opportunity for us to unwind and enjoy each other's company outside the confines of our usual duties as overlords.

As we perused the menu, I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of ordering venison, given my demonic deer form. Vox caught on quickly, sharing in the amusement as he raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Really, Al? Dining on your distant relatives tonight? How poetic". I grinned mischievously, raising my glass of wine in a mock toast. "Hey, it's the circle of life, right? Besides, I heard they make a mean venison dish here". He chuckled, shaking his head in mock disapproval. "You demons and your sense of humor. Alright then, I'll have the steak. No need to worry about any family reunions on my plate". We shared a laugh as we toasted to the absurdity of our dining choices, reveling in the light-hearted banter that always seemed to accompany our outings together. As we savored our meals, I couldn't shake the feeling that Vox's gaze held a certain intensity, a depth I couldn't quite decipher. His eyes seemed to linger on me longer than usual, his expression a mix of contemplation and something else I couldn't quite place. It was as if there was a question he wanted to ask, a thought he wanted to share, but hesitated to voice aloud.