One Hell of A Deal Book 1

The Start of a Deal

Alastor was doing his radio broadcast. He was busy broadcasting screams, when a drone flew by the hotel. Alastor went to aim for it but it threw a piece of paper at him. Alastor went to attack but it was gone.
Alastor closed the window in anger. It was his mistake for leaving the window open. Alastor walked back to his seat but he also saw that crumpled up piece of paper. Alastor was curious why the drone threw paper and not a spy camera or a weapon of some kind. Alastor leaned down to pick up the paper. He slowly unrolled it and it read:
Meet me at the old bar tomorrow at noon- Vox
Interesting, Alastor thought. He hated Vox and Vox hated him at least that's how they left things. Why in hell would he want to meet him? Alastor shrugged. After losing that battle to Adam maybe beating Vox to the point of death would restore his ego.

Next day Alastor walked to the old bar. Alastor hadn't been here in years. Alastor and Vox used to go here everyday after work to drink and dance. Alastor liked when he was partners with Vox before Valentino came into the picture. Alastor shook his head and walked inside.
It was dead. Alastor looked around and saw Vox at a table. Alastor walked up to him.
"My old friend, what is this about?" Alastor said.
"Take a seat. We have much to discuss," Vox said as he messed with his glass of whiskey.
Alastor thought for a second but took the seat across from Vox.
"How is the new hotel doing?" Vox asked with a sly smile.
"Ah so word got to you no surprise there. It is doing swell!" Alastor said as he flagged down the bartender and got a bourbon .
"Even with the king of hell?" Vox teased as he took a swig of his drink.
"He is annoying but he does make a better nemesis than you," Alastor mocked.
"Oh, even better than Adam?" Vox questioned.
Alastor broke the glass in his hands.
"How do you know?" Alastor said head turning to the side and eyes shifting into radio dials.
"I stalk that hotel and when the battle happened. I was hoping I got to watch your death," Vox said plainly.
"So you invited me to gloat about how you saw me got hurt?" Alastor said as his claws dug into the table.
"Oh no, I wanted to make a deal with you," Vox said.
"What? I don't need your soul," Alastor said.
"Oh but it would be a shame if the video of you being weak be shown all over Hell and let me say Overlords and want to be Overlords would love to take their shot at you," Vox said sliding over a tablet with the video of the battle on loop.
Alastor watched as he felt a tinge of fear. He was not fully healed yet. His powers were there but not as strong as they could be. If everyone was after him, there was no guarantee he be alive next week. However, his soul was not worth that embarrassment.
"Not worth my soul," Alastor said being quick to get up.
Vox grabbed his wrist.
"No not your soul," Vox said. "I want what you did to me all those years ago."
Alastor raised his brow to Vox.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am talking about how you owned me. How every second of the day I followed you. I listened to all of your commands. I cleaned up all your messes. I was your bitch for decades and now it's your turn to be mine," Vox said with the most evilest smile ever.
"Hmmm," Alastor said. "How about you release the video and I will try my best not to die and kill you later."
"How about just for three months?" Vox offered.
Alastor thought by three months he would be healed and could kill Vox twice as fast if he was close to him again.
"Fair enough," Alastor said as he stuck out his hand.
"Deal," Vox said with an evil laugh as blue and red electricity flew when they both shakes hands.