Alastor's Vs

Chapter 3

Vox's POV

"Ah, Lucifer and Charlotte Morningstar. What a pleasure to see you this afternoon. What seems to be the reason for showing up at my and my colleagues' tower?"

"Well...we are currently looking for someone and are hoping you might know their location, since you two kind of know each other," Charlotte says, more than likely talking about Alastor.

"Who? I know quite a lot of demons, Your Majesty."

"Alastor. The Radio Demon. Kind of tall and red. An absolute bitch," Lucifer says. He would think Alastor is tall, considering the King's small size. Never would I think the King would be the size of a kidney bean. Interesting.

"Dad." Charlie glares at her father.

"I know him. He's not here."

"Okay, thank you. Sorry to bother you."

"Are you sure he's not here? He isn't anywhere else in Hell?" Lucifer asks.

"Well he did leave Hell for seven years. No one really knows where he went. He could've done the same now."

"Why would he leave?" Charlie asks.

"Couldn't tell you, princess. But may I get back to work. I'm a busy man and time is money."

"Yes, of course. Sorry." The Morningstars leave. Finally. Thank God Alastor left for those seven years or I would have not been able to pull that off. I walk back into my elevator and go to my favorite floor. I walk to my room and smile at the still sleeping Alastor. He doesn't usually sleep this much. Is something wrong with him? Is it the drug? Is being sleepy a side effect? More than likely. If I don't wake him now, he might not sleep tonight. Or he will. I don't know.

I close the blinds and gently shake him. He groans and flips over, his back facing me now. I chuckle. Such a sleepy head. Val walks in, holding a few shopping bags.

"I got him some clothes and a few other things!"

"Let me see the clothes. I hope you didn't get anything that your whores wear." Val shows me red dress shirts and black dress pants. Then he shows me some casual wear like jeans and a few red shirts. "Now what else did you get him?"

"Just a few little toys we can try. Specially made for him."

"Val. He won't do anything that deals with sex. We both know this."

"Maybe if we just get him into the mood. We just got to make him break. He might be a tough nut to crack, but I'll get there."

"No Val. If we just keep trying to get him to fuck us, he won't warm up and willingly stay like we want."

"Fine. But I'm keeping them. Just in case." He winks at me before leaving. I pinch the bridge of my nose. I look back at the sleeping deer.

"Al, wake up. You've slept all day."

"No."

"I'll buy you a book on murder or cannibalism." 

"Tempting."

"You can read it all day today and tomorrow without me or Valentino bugging you." Alastor is quiet for a moment. He must be thinking about it. Usually he always turns down my deals. Who would've known all you need is some weird murderous/cannibalistic books to get him considering your offer?

"Deal," he finally says. His arm twists in a weird way, kind of creepy but hot at the same time, and he holds out his hand. I shake it. Green light and blue electricity dances around the room. He gets up, twisting his arm back to normal.

"So, Val got you some clothes. Red and nothing that you wouldn't like, I doubt what he showed me was all, but he's Val. What can we really expect from him? Do you want to change and come with me to get your book?"

"Sure, why not." I walk out my room and shut the door, giving Rudolf some space. I stand outside my room, waiting for him. A couple slow minutes pass by and he's still not out. What's taking him so long? I knock on the door.

"Al, are you still in there?" The drug had to be worn off by now, giving Alastor time to escape. Although that would ruin our first deal, Alastor isn't the type to not go by his word.

"I am."

"What's taking so long?"

"Just making a few...alterations." I give him the benefit of the doubt, although my gut is telling me not to, and wait a bit longer. He finally opens the door and peaks his head out.

"What alterations did you make? The clothes look the same as Val showed me?"

"I made a hole for my tail. Did Valentino ever get a coat for me?"

"No. I don't think so. Why?"

"I'm not walking around Hell with everyone seeing my tail."

"Aw, is Bambi embarrassed by his cute little tail? Come with me, Velvette can make something quickly. Also a few pants made with holes for your tail so you're not ruining a good pair of pants."

"I wasn't ruining them!"

"Yeah yeah." I drag him to find Velvette, who's yelling at her employees. "Hey Vel. Mind helping us out in a fashion emergency?"

"You mean your whole look? Yeah I can help. I got a few ideas." She pulls up a clown outfit, but instead of white it's blue. "This is similar to what you wear, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"I do not look like a clown. And it's not for me." She turns her attention to Alastor, now completely ignoring me, and throws the clown suit at an employee.

"What do you need? Seems like you've got your look down. Besides the usual coat."

"That's what we're here for. And maybe some pants with a spot for my tail to poke out."

"Of course, follow me this way and I'll take your measurements." Of course she's nice to him and not me. To be fair, she's never been nice to me. But I live with it. Money is money. She's probably only being nice to him to get on my nerves. She takes his measurements as they both whisper and laugh. I get more and more annoyed the more I hear them laugh. Sometimes glancing over at me before laughing again. She, finally, whipped up a red coat for Alastor with a bit of magic. Also a few pants for him.

"Thank you, dear," Alastor says, wearing the new coat. It looks similar to his usual one, just there's no rips at the end of it.

"It's not a problem. Visit me anytime. I'm sure you'd need to get away from the two overgrown piss babies at least a few times a week."

"We're done here. We'll see you later Vel," I say, taking the attention back.

"Yeah yeah. Fuck off Vox." She walks away on her phone. I drag Alastor back to my room. We drop off the pants, leaving them on the bed, and I take him to the elevator. The elevator ride is quiet. Too silent. We reach the lobby after a minute or two and walk out the door.

Hopefully we don't run into contact with the Morningstars.