The next few days for Vox were rough. He could not sleep at all after the incident with Alastor. Had he made Alastor hate him? Had he already hated him? Vox was horrified. He hadn't left his room for all of the next morning, as his thoughts overtook his every move. He couldn't shake the feeling of the chains wrapping around his body, controlling him. His thoughts always went back to the way Alastor's voice deafened the entire world around him. The way his smile became all he could see. Everywhere he looked he saw Alastor. It's like he had crawled into his mind and stayed there. Why had Vox been so fucking stupid? He basically gave himself up to Alastor. But why had Alastor suddenly threatened him? What had he done that made Alastor change so suddenly? Had he always been this belittling?
Alastor hadn't given much thought to the interaction. He was primarily curious on the mix of technology and how Vox was able to come into his radio waves' environment. He knew he'd be powerful, so he wanted to show that to Vox. He didn't want Vox viewing them as equals, so he reminded him that they are not. It felt good to show more of his true colors to the other. In addition, it did genuinely make his blood boil to be interrupted during a broadcast. It was a very high offense to him. He didn't care why Vox plugged himself into a radio, he shouldn't have taken that chance. It was an invasion.
Vox was snapped out of his thoughts by Velvette pounding on his door.
"Vox, you bitch! We got breakfast." She shouted. Vox didn't want to seem weak to his colleagues. So, he had to pull himself together. Maybe this is just how Alastor is. Confusing. Vox looked in the mirror and saw how his screen was already buffering when he blinked, often a result of his lack of sleep. He tried to tweak the quality of his screen to hopefully stop the glitch. This trick would definitely work on Valentino's shit eyes, but for Velvette he wasn't so sure. With one last deep breath he left his room.
"Look who's finally awake!" Velvette said with sarcasm. Valentino batted his eyes at the other,
"Were you having a sweet dream amor~?" he teased. Vox rolled his eyes and went straight to the coffee maker.
"Were you fucking with the electricity last night, Vox?" Velvette asked in between bites. Vox froze for a moment but quickly played it off.
"Might've happened on accident," he turned around and plastered his face with a signature smile, "nothing to worry about." Velvette tweaked an eyebrow at him but allowed the suspicion to pass. Vox felt a sense of pride in knowing that a smile was able to convince his friends to move past such an obvious lie. A smile... his mind immediately went back to Alastor. His screen buffered, drawing the attention of both of his colleagues.
"Fucking liar!" Velvette spat. Valentino just laughed to himself. The moth leaned back in his chair.
"Is it the radio demon that did this to you?" Valentino asked as he crossed his arms. Vox's screen buffered again at even the mention of his name. Why the fuck did Alastor make him so out of control? He felt complete static fill his mind as all he could think about was once again, that sinister smile he always wore. Vox was a mess.
If Alastor had engaged in sleep, he surely would have been woken up by the abrupt sound of clatter coming from outside his radio tower. The noise did, however, disrupt his jazz listening while drinking coffee. He was annoyingly startled, albeit not by much since he did reside in Hell after all. Usually, Alastor wouldn't care about ruckus outside, but this was so loud, and so close. He got up to investigate the audible offender. As he opened the door to his radio tower he peered out. Alastor saw a few imps wiring and welding something around the building that he knew Vox owned. He sighed. He hated to admit that he was semi-curious on what was going on. Although Alastor went to turn away but that's when he heard a familiar voice shout,
"No! For the love of Satan can you do ANYTHING right?" Alastor knew that was Vox's voice. The anger he heard intrigued him even more. It was much different from the usual charisma the TV held. Alastor decided to go over.
As Vox turned to ridicule the same imp for making the same mistake, he nearly jumped when he saw the red figure in front of him. His TV made an audible static pop.
"A-Alastor! Please forgive me if I disturbed you!" Vox said as his voice immediately reverted to the one Alastor usually heard. Vox noted that Alastor was wearing a black shirt today and red pants, opposite of his usual choice. Alastor noted that Vox had a full suit on today, it was gray with very minute cyan details.
"You did, but no worries!" Alastor shot back, "I must ask, what is it you're doing??" He tilted his head to the side as he watched Vox's smile turn downward with a nervous sigh. It took every ounce of Vox's being to not completely lose his shit right now.
"Well," he clasped his hands together,
"I was trying to install Hell's first official television, but these imps are too incompetent to do anything." The smile that graced Vox's face would make the average soul uneasy, but it only made Alastor's grow. He looked to the imp to see them completely lost in tangled cords. Alastor made a small "hm" as he looked toward the pathetic scene with a closed lip smile. He snapped his fingers and suddenly all the wires were untangled and prepared to be plugged in. Vox gasped but made sure it wasn't audible. Alastor took a closer look.
"You just match the colors, yes? I'm sure you can handle that." he spoke down to the imp who clearly shook at the other's presences, somehow more than Vox. Why was Alastor helping him after their last interaction? Vox wasn't sure if he was even capable of being more confused. This all clearly read on Vox's screen.
"I'd just be delighted to see your creation in action." Alastor said as he met Vox's nervous eyes.
Vox had to tear his eyes away from the overlord and told the imp to leave. Vox plugged the cords in. Alastor took this time to really look at every detail on the back of Vox's screen. He found the man's main power source fairly quickly; he'd have to fix that so he couldn't be so easily put down. Alastor was snapped out of his analysis by the clicking on of a television. The screen displayed just a simple letter "V" at first. But after Vox turned a few nobs and hit a few buttons, the commercial he had shown Alastor was displayed. Although, this time the commercial was barley even visible. Alastor mentally noted the failure.
Once the commercial ended, Alastor turned to Vox.
"Also, I'm hosting a night at my bar tomorrow. I'd love if you were in attendance." Alastor said with a pleasing smile. Vox swears he twitched.
"O-oh," he was completely lost now, "...alright." He said hesitantly.
"See you there dear! Good luck with your picture box!" Alastor said as he turned to leave. Somehow, Vox was left with even more questions than before.
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Friend to Foe
Fanfiction"And here's the sugar on the cream He asked me to join his team I said no, and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" ~ This is my interpretation of Vox and Alastor's past relationship. The timeline starts not long after Velvette arrived in Hell. Since s...
