𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ✓

Chapter XXIV - I'll Be There

"F-fuck..."

"(Y/N)? Oh thank Lucifer, you're up."

You sit up from a familiar looking bed, looking around a dimly lit room until you turn and to look at the last demon you wanted to see.

"Not you..." you grumble.

Vox's expression falters for a moment, silently hurt by your words.
It takes him yet a moment to agree with you—he fucked up...

"Y-yeah...it's me..." he gives a small smile.

You roll your eyes and pull the blankets off of you, ignoring how the light smell of Vox's cologne stuck to the sheets—and how it drove you absolutely-

Ugh...

Vox's smile fell as he saw you getting up. "Wait!" Vox falls from the edge of the bed, landing flat on his...well, already flat face.

"Don't follow me!" you call, waving your hand at him in a dismissive way.

As you reached out to the doorknob, Vox stood in front of you, blocking your path.

"Can we just...talk about this?"

You pretend to think for a moment. "Oh, you wanted to talk? Yeah, sure totally!" you say, your voice sugar-coated with sarcasm.

"Really?"

"Are you that thick?!" You shove him aside and open the door, going down the hall.

"Well- I- Hey, wait!" Vox started scrambling over to you, in which you were now going down the staircase.

You pulled out your phone--which thankfully, Vox didn't think to take from you. Vox was halfway down the stairs, so you took the opportunity to quickly dial Charlie.

"Charlie?"

Vox managed to meet in front of you as you dialed your friend. "Wait, please, (Y/N)..." he says, breathlessly. "I need you to stay...I need to explain myself..." he looks up at you, his eyes vulnerable and pleading.

For a moment, you almost consider--but you snap out of your daze at the sound of Charlie's voice from the other line.

"Yeah? (Y/N)?"

You shake your head, turning your back on Vox. "I'm at Vox's place. Get Alastor to pick me up."

Vox's eyes widen.

Were...you serious??

Alastor?!

Charlie is silent on the other line before answering. "Yeah...I'll wake him up."

You pocket your phone, and Vox seizes the chance to spin you around to face him. "Why won't you let me explain myself, damnit?!" he shouts, the corners of his eyes now filling with tears.

You stare at him for a beat before speaking up. "Because I really don't think I deserve to hear your pathetic explanation."

Vox practically breaks at your words, his grip on you loosening until he lets his arms finally fall at his sides.

There's...really no way to fix this, is there?

I really lost my chance.

This can't be the end...can it?

Vox is temporarily snapped from his reverie when hearing new footsteps approach them.

"Well..." a cheerful voice says behind him. "What exactly do YOU think you're doing here, old pal?"