One Hell of A Deal Book 1

The Night of the Move In

Vox did not like the activities. Charlie made them share things and try to bond and Vox was not that kind of person. Vox ate dinner with them and headed to his room. His social battery was drained. Then there was a knock at the door as soon as he laid down on his bed. Vox ignored it.
"It's me," Alastor called out.
"What do you want?" Vox called back but the door started to open.
Alastor walked in with a bottle of bourbon and two glasses.
"How about a good old fashion drinking contest," Alastor offered.
"That does sound pretty nice," Vox said sitting up.
Alastor walked over and sat down. He handed Vox an empty glass and filled it up and then poured for himself.
"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel," Alastor said holding up his glass.
Vox clinked the glasses together. "Thanks Al," Vox said.

After twelve bottles of liquor they were both leaning against each other.
"I have to say," Alastor said. "I thought I would hate you being here."
"I thought I would too," Vox said as he spun a bottle on the ground. "I do hate the activities."
"They are the worst," Alastor said laughing. "How is sharing feelings going to make you a better person."
"Yeah," Vox laughed. "I enjoy humiliating others and that makes me feel great."
"Or when I stab someone, I love the way the blood pours out," Alastor added.
"You do have great stabbing technique in multiple ways," Vox snickered.
"Was that one of your sexual jokes?" Alastor asked.
"Now who is naive," Vox said laughing.
"I enjoy your company," Alastor said feeling a sense of safety with Vox as he rested his head on Vox's shoulder.
"Then why try to kill me," Vox slurred as he readjusted to allow Alastor to lay on his chest.
"I was getting too close," Alastor remarked as he accepted the invite and laid his head in Vox's chest and wrapped his own arms around Vox.
"Too close?" Vox asked.
"I thought I hated you but maybe I hated myself for not going with you," Alastor said as he sighed.
"Not going with me," Vox repeated.
"You changed but I might have been jealous that you made another partner," Alastor said. "I don't really know. I don't explore my own feelings that much. It's just easier, ya know."
"Yeah I get that," Vox said. "Should we lay in bed?"
"I think I'm going to head back to my room," Alastor said as he stumbled up.
"I don't want you to go," Vox admitted as he reached for Alastor.
"I am sorry, old friend," Alastor said as he walked out of the room.
Vox hated this fucking game. He just wanted Alastor to admit he liked him and the he could reciprocate them. Vox wanted to be more than just pals and friends and Vox realized that was the problem. It was always Alastor.

The next morning Vox woke up and got dressed. Vox opened his door and went to check on Alastor. Vox knocked on the door. There was no answer. Vox opened the door and prepared to be attacked.
Alastor was laying on his bed, arm over his eyes and face.
"Hung over?" Vox asked.
"You had more than me how are you chipper?" Alastor asked.
"Part technology," Vox said. "I don't get hungover but I can get drunk."
"I think you should be," Alastor whined.
"So you want me to tell the others you're sick?" Vox asked.
"Don't go," Alastor said.
Vox stopped dead in his tracks as he was about to head out. He turned around and asked "what did you say?"
"Nothing," Alastor said.
"Alright," Vox said as he walked out and closed the door. Vox was just hoping Alastor would admit to something.

Vox was working on installing a router when Charlie walked up.
"How's it going," She asked.
"Working on it," Vox said as he rolled up his sleeves, he already removed his jacket before they started.. "Didn't you just build this place?"
"Yes but we didn't think about the small amenities," Charlie admitted.
"Fair enough," Vox said.
Charlie looked at Vox's arms. She could see a ton of tiny scars on his arms.
"What happened?" Charlie asked.
"Nothing," Vox said as he placed some more wires into the wall. "I can place wires without destroying walls."
"No to your arms," Charlie asked.
Vox looked down expecting to see a cut but he realized what she was asking about. Vox's cheeks blushed and he started to cover his arms again.
"Oh crap was that a sensitive question?" Charlie said.
"You like to know everything don't you?" Vox asked as he started to clean up his supplies.
"Did Alastor do that to you?" Charlie asked wondering if that's why he's sensitive.
"What?" Vox was caught off guard. why would she think that Alastor hurt him and left scars. "They're from my death." Vox admitted.
"You remember your death?" Charlie said. "Most sinners don't."
"Overlords gain more powers than sinners," Vox explained. "Once you get too much power, the universe likes to keep you in check and the memory flashes back to you."
Vox remembered that day.

*Past*
Vox was working on a new camera. Vox was sitting there. His studio was growing and his new partnership with the pimp was working quite well. Vox felt as if he was finally making a name for himself in Hell.
Vox went to reach for the power source but paused. He got a sudden pulse of dread. Vox felt pain like being electrocuted and in fire. Vox felt his heart race and saw images flash before him. He was hosting the news but he looked human. He saw a light fall and crush him. He felt the electricity shook him as the studio burned around him.
Vox fell to the floor breathing hard. The loud thud to the floor must have altered Alastor.
"Vox are you ok?" Alastor looked to see Vox on the ground shaking. "Vox!"
Alastor rushed over and knelt down by him. Vox just saw fire and felt the pain of it. Suddenly he heard someone call his name. He looked up to see Alastor looking over him. He could see by his eyes that he was concerned.
"What is happening?" Vox asked as he sat up a little.
Alastor grabbed Vox and laid him back into his lap causing him to also sit on the ground.
"Guess you truly are an overlord now," Alastor remarked as he stroked Vox's cubed head.
"What?" Vox said confused.
"When you gain enough power you get to remember how you got here," Alastor said as he placed one arm around Vox.
"That's shitty," Vox said. "I don't want to relive my death."
"It will fade away," Alastor said as a green and black shadow appeared in his hand that wasn't stroking Vox's head. "It will become nothing more than a sour memory."
Alastor crushed the shadow and it disappeared.
"How long?" Vox asked.
"The day ones will go away in about a year," Alastor explained. "They will stop hunting you and you will stop feeling the pain. The night ones however, will always haunt you and you will always relieve the pain in your dreams."
"Is that why you don't sleep?" Vox asked as he relaxed into Alastor more.
"Something like that," Alastor said.
"You died by someone hunting you right," Vox said as he caught his breath.
"Not exactly that way," Alastor said letting out a small chuckle. "I was hiding a body and someone thought I was a deer and shoot me through my head. Their hunting dogs tore me apart."
"Right," Vox said feeling stupid he forgot that.
"So now that you had it," Alastor started. "Was power everything you hoped and dreamed of?"
"It got me into your arms," Vox joked but was immediately dropped as Alastor stood up.
"Glad you feel better I want dinner within the next two hours," Alastor said as he walked away.
"You got it boss," Vox said as he sat up.

*present*
"I don't know anything about Hell," Charlie whispered.
Vox was lost in his own thought.
"Daddy didn't teach you much did he?" Vox said looking at her.
"He thought every sinner was the worst and protected me from the truth," Charlie admitted.
"Well we are the worse that's why we are here and some of us will never get better," Vox reminded her.
"Yeah I guess but you are helping us, that's has to mean something," Charlie said looking a little bit happier.
"I'm doing it for my own means," Vox admitted since she already knew that.
"You're doing it to be close to Al," Charlie said with a smile and wink and walked off.
Vox felt himself blush. God it was so obvious he thought.