Chp 22: Radio Killed the Video Star (Part 4)

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Cutting to Velvette's studio. The staff cleans everything up as she looks to four designers holding up dresses to show her.

"Ugh. No. Unacceptable. You're fired. What is this? WRIST RUFFLES?! Is this 1750?! BURN IT like the witches who wore it!" Velvette demands angrily.

As she sends the designer away, Vox appears next to her.

"Velvette! I can see you're busy. Tell me, where's our hot-headed friend now?" Vox asks her.

"Up in his tower, waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down!" Velvette tells Vox.

Vox sighs and asks, "And uh, what's got him so out of sorts today?"

"Who knows? But he tore up my best model! And you know, the show can't wait for that unluckv bitch to pull herself back together! Melissa! Get over here!" Velvette states.

Melissa nervously runs onto the platform, and Velvette uses her overlord powers to change her outfit by swiping her hand, one after another until she spots the one she wants.

"No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww." Velvette gasps, "Yes! That's the one."

"Ahh, looks like you have everything under control here." Vox tells her.

"Of course, I do! Fuck vou!" Velvette flips him off, "Now shoo! Take care of the piss baby!"

Vox goes upstairs and is greeted by two moth demons who open the door for him. Once he enters. He finds Valentino sitting on his couch surrounded by a fog of red smoke.

When Val notices Vox, he sits up with fury in his eyes.

"Fucking FINALLY!" Valentino throws drink. "Kitty! Another drink!"

The Robo Fizz next to him nods as it quickly heads off screen and re-appears with the drink.

"Ugh! Can you believe what that piece of shit did? THE UNGRATEFUL WHORE!!!" As Valentino speaks, he tosses the drink at Vox, who moves away making the drink, hits the door, and shatters on the floor.

"Uh, which whore are we talking about this time?" Vox asks him.

Valentino gets up, "Fucking Angel Dust! walks up to him Who the hell else would | be talking about?!" He walks past him, "That fucking SLUT walked out on me!" He turns to Vox, "ME! I fucking made him!" Vox walks a little way away. "Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes."

"Oh! Angel quit?" Vox asks in a bit of shock.

"NO! He didn't fucking quit! It's worse!" Valentino takes Vox's phone. "He MOVED!!!"

As he says that, he tosses Vox's phone to the wall making it shatter in half.

"He thinks he can just walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else? Can you FUCKING believe that?!" Valentino walks to the closet, "He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's bimbo daughter!"

"Angel is..... living with Lucifer's daughter?" Vox questions.

"YEAH! That BITCH Chuckie or Chandler, or I dunno- Something mannish like that, she's got this hotel and-" As Valentino speaks, he opens the closet full of guns, drugs, and pictures including a poster of himself.

Valentino brings up two long pistol guns: a long revolver and a semi-pistol.

Valentino in a more relaxed tone, "Which of these makes me look sexier?" He turns to closet.

"Heh. What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there." Vox tells him. As he speaks, his left eye changes to show his simmering anger, but Valentino is busy loading his guns.

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