Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Seven

I wake up to my phone buzzing like crazy. I groan as I turn onto my back to sit up. I rub my face before reaching to grab my phone but I stop as I see the magazine with me on the cover.

I grab the magazine, my gaze instantly drawn to the image on the cover – it's me, in all my flawless glory. My eyes widen as I examine the photograph, feeling a mixture of disbelief and satisfaction at how I look.

"Wow," I breathe, running my fingertips over the glossy paper. I then pause as I see what Velvette put as the title. 'Vox's New Girlfriend Modelling For Velvette's Upcoming Fashion Show'. I roll my eyes slightly annoyed that she called me his girlfriend but I expect no less from Velvette.

I can't help but smirk slightly at the title. Velvette always had a flair for the dramatic. Of course, she had to spin this situation into some sort of romantic link. My eyes narrow as my phone keeps vibrating with new notifications and I place the magazine down as I grab my phone.

As I pick up my phone, I'm greeted by a barrage of notifications – text messages, social media alerts, calls, all lighting up my screen. People are reacting to the cover, and it seems like Velnette's little title has sparked a stir.

I opened up sinstagram first and the very first thing on my feed is a recording of just a radio. I raise an eyebrow as I press play and listen to it.

The sound starts off immediately and I feel a chill run down my spine as I realize the person is recording one of Alastor's broadcasts.

"Quite a provocative way to paint an overload. Especially with those skimpy bathing suits and those poses." Alastor hums out as he continues to broadcast.

"It seems as though Vox finds it more important to show off his new addition rather than keeping her reputation good. Guess the scare factor from the siren overload is long gone." He chuckles.

I feel my face go pale at what he says about me as sinstagram is blowing up. "What the fuck is his deal?" I groan out annoyed.

I scroll through the comments on the recording, and my annoyance quickly turns to anger as I see the multitude of degrading and inappropriate remarks about me.

"This is ridiculous," I mutter to myself, my irritation growing with each passing second. I sit there, scrolling through the comments, my mind reeling with frustration. How dare he say these things about me? How dare anyone pass judgment based on a damn magazine cover.

My grip on my phone tightens as my gaze falls upon a specific comment. It's particularly crude and vulgar, suggesting a plethora of inappropriate actions that makes my blood boil.

A text message then comes in from Velvette distracting me from all the comments. As I receive Velvette's text, it appears as a welcome distraction from the flood of negative comments. I quickly open it, my anger still bubbling under the surface.

"I didn't expect this to happen, love. I'm so sorry that the picture got taken way out of proportion." I sigh reading her text. Velvette isn't one to apologize often so I can tell she's really beating herself up over this.

"It's alright. It's not your fault. This is all happening cause of Alastor." I type back quickly.

Her response is quick and sincere. "You're right. That idiot Alastor just can't help himself but stir the pot. I'm sorry I got you sucked into this shitstorm."

She then quickly texts me another message. "If you're up to it you might want to calm down Vox. He's having a huge fit."

I send her a thumbs up not in the mood to text anymore and slowly get out of bed. I go to my closet to pick something to wear as I come to the conclusion Vox is most likely in his office.

Our bedrooms are on the same floor and if he's really having a fit like Velvette said then I'd definitely hear that if he was in his room right now.

I finally decided on a somewhat casual outfit, slipping into a pair of dark jeans and a form-fitting sweater. As I grab my phone, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for what I might encounter when I reach his office.

The elevator ride up to his floor is quiet and still, but I know that the moment I knock on his door, chaos will erupt.

I step out of the elevator, my footsteps echoing in the eerily silent hallway. As I approach his door, my heart rate slightly increases, knowing damn well that there's going to be a huge scene behind that door.

I don't bother knocking and just walk right in. As I enter his office, chaos is exactly what I encounter. Vox is fuming, pacing around the room like a caged lion.

His usual suave demeanor is replaced by anger and frustration as he mutters swear words under his breath. He looks up as the door opening, his gaze turning towards me.

"Heard someone is having a temper tantrum." I say trying to ease the tension in the room. He stops pacing and glares at me, his eyes crackling with irritation. He crosses his arms over his chest.

"This isn't a temper tantrum. It's a justifiable reaction to the stupidity being spewed about you all over social media thanks to that stunt Velvette pulled."

I sigh as I walk further into his office. "She feels bad about this whole thing. And we all know who blew that photo out of proportion."

He scoffs, his expression still filled with annoyance. "Of course she feels bad. She's the one who started this whole mess. And don't even get me started on Alastor's ridiculous rant on his stupid show."

"It's cute you're so worked up over something concerning me." I giggle. That comment still doesn't ease the tension though as Vox continues to rant over how absurd this whole situation is.

His jaw clenches, irritation obvious on his face. "It's infuriating. You deserve to be respected and treated with decency, not as some kind of object to be ogled at and talked about in such a degrading way. Alastor has no right to make those kinds of remarks about you."

"Vox stop. It doesn't matter what he says about me." I say cutting to the point. Vox is getting more and more worked up and the last thing I need is for him to do something stupid.

He clenches his fists, his frustration at its peak. "How can you just brush this off? Those comments, they're not just words. They're insults, they're blatant disrespect, and it's not okay." He then sighs as his eyes lock onto mine. "It does matter. He has no right to say anything like that about you. Fucking asshole."

Shit. He really needs to calm down. "Vox I'm serious. Let it go it's not-" I groan as he disappears in a nearby outlet. I pinch the bridge of my nose harshly before I immediately go up to his plethora of monitors as I try to find where he went, looking at the many security cameras.

I quickly start flipping through the different camera feeds, my eyes darting between each monitor as I try to locate where he teleported to. As I click on the cameras for the main lobby I let out a groan as he appears and starts walking out of the tower.

"Where the hell does he think he's going." I groan out as I quickly begin making my way to the lobby. I quickly make my way from his office down to the lobby as fast as I can.

I know that Vox heading into the streets of Pentagram City in this state of mind is a bad idea. As I reach the lobby, I spot him already pretty far away from the tower.

I try my best to catch up with him but to an outsider's perspective it probably looks more like I'm following him than trying to catch up. Damn his height and his stupid long legs.

He continues walking, his stride determined and swift, and I struggle to keep up with him. His irritation is still evident in his mannerisms, the rigidness in his shoulders and the clenched jaw. He doesn't even slow down or turn to acknowledge me, stubbornly focused on getting wherever he's heading.

My eyes widen as I finally realize where he's been heading this whole time. The fucking Hazbin Hotel? Is he asking for a death wish? I speed up a bit as I begin to worry about what will happen if Alastor and Vox get into a spat over this.

My heart is pounding in my chest as we approach the Hazbin Hotel. I can see the hotel up ahead and I know this isn't going to end well. The tension between Vox and Alastor is already high, and if Vox goes through with confronting him, who knows how it will turn out.