𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 🥀|| 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 + 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬

You, Vox, and Valentino squared off against the Radio Demon, the air crackled with tension, each moment strained with aggression.

Alastor moved with a fluid grace that displayed his sinister intentions, his movements a dance of death as he effortlessly deflected your strikes and countered your abilities. With a snap of his fingers, he unleashed torrents of dark energy that lashed out like tendrils of shadow, threatening to ensnare you in their deadly embrace.

You fought with a fierce determination, your claws slashing through the tendrils, But with each attack you landed, Alastor seemed only to grow stronger, his laughter echoing through the chaos like a mocking refrain.

Vox, used his abilitys of electricity to the best of his attempts, each blast striking against Alastor's defenses. But even his powers were no match for Alastor's sorcery, and soon he found himself pushed to the brink of exhaustion.

Valentino fought with desperation, circling alastor in the air his large wings using as the occasional sheild, trying to find the best angle to attack. But even his strength could not withstand the onslaught of Alastor's relentless assault, and soon he too found himself battered and bloodied, his movements growing weaker with each passing moment.

As the battle went on, it became clear that victory was slipping from your grasp. Injured and weary, you and your companions fought on with a grim determination, refusing to yield even in the face of overwhelming odds.

But as Alastor's laughter echoed through the chaos, glancing breifly at the roughed up figures of valentino and vox you knew something had to be done. Using one of your abilities for shadow morphing you created multiple distractions .

This seemed to confuse alastor, as he let his guard down slighly, you gathered all of your strength together leaping forward for one last attempt. Flexing your tail it coiled forward slashing alastor through the back. 

He quickly whirled around knocking you away with a tendril. As you struggled to rise to your feet, you watched helplessly as Alastor vanished into the shadows, a pained expression on his face, but still that smile never faltering.

All of this over a disagreement, brought to the brink of death.

That day you and the vees vowed revenge against Alastor even if it kills you. After 7 years, that fucker is back.

The same fucker that gave you scars, that left two chips on the inner corners of your horns, a constant reminder of your failure and weakness.

The vee's had kindly offered you to stay at the tower while we discussed the topic of what to do about Charlie and Alastor, God, his name still gives you chills.

You stood in front of the bathroom sink, the cold porcelain of the counter pressing against your palms as you leaned forward, the weight of your body resting heavily upon it. 

The harsh fluorescent light above cast an illumination upon your form, highlighting the contours of your figure as you stared into your reflection.

In in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, you were confronted with the raw reality of your scars, the twisted reminders of the pain and suffering you had endured. 

They covered your skin like a map of agony, snaking across your stomach, up your arms, and down your chest in a tangled web of trauma.

All because of Him.

As tears welled in your eyes, you forced yourself to look away from the harsh reflection, unable to bear the sight of the wounds that still haunted you to this day. Your gaze fell to the floor, the sterile tiles offering a respite from the torment of your own reflection.

You can't allow yourself to fall again, you won't. With a trembling hand, you reached up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

As you stood lost in thought, the sound of someone clearing their throat startled you, causing you to flinch slightly. Your heart raced as you turned to see Vox leaning against the doorway.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, with a subtle shift in his demeanor, Vox stepped forward.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft yet tinged with concern. There was a genuine warmth in his tone.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But then, with a deep breath, you nodded. "I'll be fine," you replied, your voice steady despite the lingering tremor in your hands. 

Vox sighed, his expression softening with empathy as he listened to your self-recriminations, placing his hand over yours. "Listen," he began, his voice gentle yet firm. "What you did, that day, saved us, us all. If you hadn't gotten back up, he would've killed us."

His words were like a balm to your wounded soul, a reminder that your actions had not been in vain. But before he could finish his attempt at comfort, you cut him off with a bitter retort, pulling your hand away from his grasp.

"Don't even, Vox," you snapped, your voice laced with frustration and self-doubt. "I could've done more, I should've... done more."

The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, a silent admission of the guilt and regret that gnawed at your conscience. Despite Vox's attempts to offer comfort, you could not shake the feeling that you had somehow failed, that your best had not been enough to protect those you cared about.

Vox watched you with a mixture of concern and guilt, his gaze unwavering as he searched for the right words to say. But in that moment, words seemed inadequate.

After all these years, y/n hadn't changed a bit, still that same unstable, self-destructive demon as before.

It wasn't healthy, and something had to change before it became her demise, that was all vox could think in this moment.

Sure, he and Val had scars as well, but none quite as bad as hers. The day y/n met the vees and they invited her in was one of the best decision's he'd made, and he wouldn't take it back for the world.

If only she could see that too.