Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Eight

Vox slams the lobby doors open as I follow him inside. I bend over with my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. "Why do you walk so damn fast?" Charlie and Vaggie just stare at us confused. "Are you interested in getting redeemed?" Charlie asks hopefully as I look up and stare at her. "Read the room Char. They're definitely not interested." Vaggie sighs.

Vox glares at Charlie, clearly in no mood for small talk. He completely ignores her question and focuses on getting to Alastor. "Where's Alastor?" he snaps, his tone sharp. I stand up straight walking closer to Vox. "Let it go, Vox. Let's just go back to the tower."

He turns his glare towards me, his irritation still present in his eyes. "Let it go? Let it go? I'm not going to just let it go, Valerie. The whole goddamn population of Hell is talking about you in the most derogatory ways. And Alastor's stupid little broadcast didn't help at all."

I sigh out while pinching the bridge of my nose. "While I appreciate the concern-" I get cut off as Angel walks into the lobby holding the magazine. "I always knew you had an amazing body but wow I didn't know how much of it you weren't showing off on the regular toots." Angel grins at me as my face drops. "Not the time Angel." I mutter.

Vox's eyes narrow as Angel approaches, admiring the magazine. The sight of Angel fawning over the photograph only seems to fuel Vox's irritation further. "Are you serious right now?" Vox retorts, the annoyance in his voice now directed at Angel. Charlie and Vaggie look even more uncomfortable and glance at each other.

Angel continues to smirk, unbothered by the tension in the room. He waves the magazine in the air. "Oh, come on. It's just a little appreciation for her assets, nothing wrong with that."

"Enough Angel. Now's not the time." I say before grabbing Vox's arm. "Let's go." He tenses in my grip, his gaze moves from Angel to me. "I'm not leaving until I talk to that goddamn bastard." He snarls. "Goddamn it Vox. Please let's just-" I get interrupted as static fills the air. Alastor appears near the bottom of the stairs with his signature smile on his face.

The room falls silent as Alastor makes his entrance. Vox's expression hardens, his irritation flaring up again as he locks eyes with Alastor. I let go of Vox's arm letting my hand drop to my side. "What's all this commotion for?" Alastor asks as he looks towards Charlie.

Vox steps forward, his anger still evident in his voice. "You damn well know what this commotion is about. That little stunt you pulled with your broadcast." Everyone says quite as they all watch the interaction between Alastor and Vox. It's clear Angel is enjoying the scene the most out of us all.

Alastor's smile doesn't waver. He seems to be relishing the tension in the room. "Oh, you mean that little broadcast? I hope you don't expect me to apologize for speaking my mind."

I tense up knowing this is not going to be a friendly conversation. This was the one thing I was trying to avoid but Vox just had to be stubborn. I admit his concern for me is very sweet but this scenario would have been nice to avoid.

"You call it speaking your mind. I call it slander. You had no right to make those goddamn comments about her. It's disrespectful and completely inappropriate." Vox's fists clench at his side, his irritation growing with each word.

Alastor chuckles. "Are you more mad over my own comments or what everyone else is saying? I can't control what others say after all Vox. Something you're more than capable of doing yourself."

Vox's eye twitches, Alastor's words only fueling his anger further. It's clear that Alastor is only provoking him further. "You damn well know how influential your little broadcasts are. People hang onto every word you say. And those comments about her put her in a terrible light, and you damn well know that."