Chapter XIV - Vark

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THREE WEEKS LATER
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It had been three weeks since you and Vox had been to the planetarium.

The two of you were both dealing with the after effects from your previous encounter—you acting giddy and content around the hotel—while Vox tried his best to keep a cool, collected environment around him.

One night, Vox was working late in the job, sitting lazily at his desk while playing with Vark—his pet shark.

(Y/N) would like Vark... the demon thinks to himself.

He chuckled upon picturing your excited face, able to imagine how your eyes would light up—you and his shark together? That would be so cute...

Vox shakes his head, catching himself dwelling on you for the sixth time today.
The fact that he was keeping count was even more humiliating in itself.

Vox's ears perk up to hear the distant tap of designer heels down the hall.

Velvette.

He straightens himself up--even Vark seems to get the memo and swims away from Vox, hiding in the corner of his tank.

"Vox!" the demoness calls to him. She stops by the door frame and walks in, sporting--as he expected--designer heels and a black crocodile-skin dress, a cracked phone in hand.

"Didn't I give that to you yesterday?" Vox inquired, pointing to her broken device.

Velvette glances at it nonchalantly. "Yeah. I just dropped it a few times...can you fix it?" she holds it out to him.

Vox lets out a sigh and examines the phone, letting out a low whistle. "God damn it, woman..." he raised his eyebrows.

She scoffed. "Cut the shit. Can you fix it?"

He shakes his head. "It's beyond repair," Vox tells her, tossing it aside. It makes a loud 'bang' as it hits the trash can's thin metal. "I'll get you a new one."

Vox walks across his blue carpeting to a large cabinet behind his desk. He unlocks it with a key he takes from his pocket and hands her a newly boxed cellphone. "Here. Try not to break it as fast this time."

"Thanks," she says, taking it from her friend. "Say...when are you gonna see (Y/N) again?" Velvette asked.

Vox grumbles. "She's all you talk about these days..." he complains, plopping himself almost childishly on a sofa.

Velvette chuckles and sits down next to him, kicking up her feet while she starts to unbox her phone. "I'm just trying to help you here."

He quirks an eyebrow. "Why? I thought you were siding with Val for this stupid bet..."

She shrugs. "Eh. I'm kinda neutral party. But right now, I'm siding with you. If this weren't a bet, I'd say that you and (Y/N) like each other."

Vox lets out an over-exaggerated laugh. "Yeah, right," he rolls his eyes. "She may be an Overlord now, but I'm still superior to her."

Velvette narrows her eyes. "So all that you said earlier this morning was the truth, then? She's exactly where you want her?"

"Velvette, you actually think I'd ever have feelings someone like her? She's pathetic."

She demoness raised her eyebrows. "Pathetic?" he repeats, her voice thick with a British accent.

He nods. "Pathetic."

"Word on the street is that she's catching feelings for you."

Vox's face heats up. For a moment, he smiles bashfully, but quickly forms it into an amused smirk. "Hah! What did I tell you? Pathetic."

"Y'know...one of these days your words are going to all come rolling back," she warns. "And when they do, they'll bite you in the ass."

He rolls his eyes. "Uh huh, sure. They can kiss my ass."

Velvette clenches her jaw. "You're starting to sound like Val," she said bitterly.

Vox's smug expression immediately falls. He'd always enjoyed the stark contrast from the two of them, always wanting to be the bigger person. So naturally, he absolutely hated being compared to him. Even more so if it was by his best friend.

"I am not!" Vox protests, pouting slightly.

"You don't seem like you give a shit about (Y/N)'s feelings."

"Well..."

Velvette quirked an eyebrow.

Vox re-composed himself. "I don't. It's an act, remember? It's all part of the bet."

"Right..." she says, standing up. "I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight Vark," she waves to the tank, refusing to make eye contact with Vox.

"Pfft," Vox rolls his eyes, walking back to the fish tank and reached out to touch Vark.

Even the shark seemed to agree with Velvette and swam away from him.

Vox sighed, collapsing back on the couch.

I am NOT a bad person...

Am I?

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A/N: I feel like not a lot of people know who Vark is

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A/N: I feel like not a lot of people know who Vark is...but I literally love him so much, him and Vox are so cute!!

Alright, I decided to release an early chapter because it was so short.

~angie 🥂

(Word count - 820 words)

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