Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Pain to Pleasure

The sun was up, Vox's phone was going off like crazy, and the radio demon was still in his bed.

"There is LITERALLY zero way, you're gonna get out of this. When Val finds out that you took me... when everyone finds out about this... Alastor, you fucking idiot. You're dead this time. Forever."
Vox managed to squeak out.
Nothing like the morning after...
"Don't worry darling, no one will ever know a thing. I need to be on my way, and I imagine you-" Vox's phone rang. "- need to go to work." He winked, though he looked a little sad. Regardless of the unholy smile.
Fucking asshole. This was gonna be bad. He couldn't just snap his fingers and...

All windows and doors were blocked immediately, curtains whipped closed, and it was completely still. Hell was entirely dead and nothing moved outside these walls. It was like zero light was coming in whatsoever. That blue screen and the red glow of Alastor's eyes set the scene like a homicide.
There must be a limit to what he could really do. No one really knew. Alastor was a mystery to all. But Vox knew a few things that no one else did... now.

Regardless, the sound that came out of Vox really sounded more like something that would come out of a pigeon that flew into a skyscraper window, broke its neck, and fell 27 stories and somehow managed to survive...
Fucking birds...
Alastor hated birds. But that sound didn't stop him from doing what he needed to do. The sex didn't make the deal. That's not what it was about. He knew damn well that was the case for Vox. He knew Vox was on another level with Alastor, and he liked it. He was needed. He was desired and wanted. He didn't even do anything, and he could have Vox crawling naked on his hands and knees in his radio tower on a leash.

Instead, he threw him down onto the floor when the lights went out. He was on top of him before he could even react, not that he would do anything to stop this. Not in a million years

But here, floating before him, a green glow mixed with a chromatic flicker splattered the walls with hostility, and curiosity.
How far could he take this?
Did he even want to?
To what end? There was no question that Vox was gonna be a problem. And that was a problem simply fixed with a, "leash," per say. That problem was already solved. Vox was his. When you're an overlord of Hell entirely by being a badass, what wrong could you really do? But after 7 years... he knew he was going to need to arrange things before he could go to him. And when he was able to, ohh boy. It was going to go one of two ways. Like the video, or not.
Alastor needed it to go like the video, nothing would have gotten in the way of that for him.

It's not like he could be killed. Again. Not truly anyways. Never stopped people from trying... however, there were things, secret things, things not even the kind of evil he himself was made of, was he aware of... though, that would have been giving Lucie a lot of undeserved credit. If there was a "Hazbin" out there, it was Lucifer and his slightly alarming duck obsession. Why, why ducks? Why fucking BIRDS of all things!?!

It turns out, a FUCK obsession made a lot more "head way" so to speak, and sense. It was bloody Lucifer, God knows what kind of shit that one got up to alone in his palace. But, for Alastor, when it came to manipulating the cards into your favor... that was a game he knew how to play very well. This time around, things were a lot different.
Alastor was different. He had to be, that call wasn't in his hands. He had to carry that, knowing the damage... the kind of damage he was going to have to inflict. It still bothered him.

He really hoped Vox had understood what he meant that night so long ago. To believe him and be loyal. It was gonna take a lot to put up with what he knew he had to do. Or was horrible. Literally the most repulsive thing imaginable for Alastor, but it just was what it was. It really fucking bothered him.

It never would have before.
But the addition of a word can mean a change that alters the entire axis of a person's world and future. It was a manipulation of the highest form, but Alastor, after that night with Vox, finally knew the meaning, and the pain attributed with the word, "manipulation."
He didn't want to manipulate Vox anymore. Again. Never, again. Not when he knew what he knew.