Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Had To See It For Myself

The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains blocking out the hellish red glow of the eternal dusk outside. Alastor lay sleeping with a serene smile on his face, his arm draped possessively over Vox, who, for once, was sleeping with the person he wanted to be sleeping with.

And comfortably. The screen he used to carry as a head didn't make sleeping the easiest task... and not sleeping with Val?? THAT was just awesome.

The two demons, typically so fierce and untouchable, looked calm and peaceful as they slept in each other's arms.

Meanwhile, inside Velvette's car, the streets of Hell whizzed by as Velvette, her foot heavy on the gas, sped towards the Hazbin Hotel.  Next to her, Cherri Bomb was hanging halfway out of the open window, her explosives clinking around her belt as she screamed into the wind.

Appropriately, Velvette was blasting Skrillex on the radio as they made their way together. Matching vibes just work! And in that moment, Velvette and Cherri were totally matching each other's vibes.

"Yoooo, I still can't believe it! Alastor and Vox?!" Cherri said as she crawled back in the window and sat down excitedly.
Velvette snickered, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. "It's about time that tin can left Val. I always knew he had a thing for that twisted Radio Demon. But who knew they'd actually-"

"Kiss on live TV?!" Cherri finished. Velvette laughed her usually cold laugh, but this time, it had a dash of warmth in it.
"Kiss? I didn't see any kissing, they were fucking full on making out on the floor, on live TV."
"You're not wrong!" They both laughed as Velvette drifted around a corner, almost knocking out the tables and chairs out front of a sleazy café.

"I mean, I always thought Vox was too uptight for that kind of shit. But damn, girl, did you see the way he grabbed Alastor? And Alastor didn't even flinch!"
Velvette glanced at Cherri, a wicked smile spreading across her face.

"Oh, I saw. And I intend to see more. I'm not letting Vox hide from me anymore. He's finally free, and I'm gonna make sure he stays that way."Cherri's grin matched Velvette's as she loaded up another round of explosives into her bandolier.

"You better. I just wanna know how in Hell Angel managed to land that devil in his bed. He's gotta have some stories..."The car screeched around another corner, narrowly avoiding a group of imps who dove out of the way, swearing as Velvette sped past. The Hazbin Hotel loomed ahead, its neon sign flickering ominously in the smoggy air.

"Hold on, too uptight?" Velvette asked curiously, why of all words would she say that? How well did they know each other?
"Did you have a go with that fucking glitchy fuck face?" Cherri blushed awkwardly.
"Okay, we've got like five minutes, tell me everything!" Velvette laughed.

Her tone was warm, far from condensing. It was obvious to Cherri Bomb in that moment that something had changed between Velvette. Not only Vox had changed. They both hated Val, and they both seemed to have some reason to be excited about this whole thing.
"What? He had booze. And he was kinda hot, I was curious!" Cherri laughed.

Velvette laughed as well, "Fair enough. Well bitch," she skidded to a stop in front of the entrance of the Hazbin Hotel, the car's tires leaving dark marks on the cracked pavement. Completely oblivious to the tension building between Lucifer and Angel. Therfore,  Husker as well... like fuck was he gonna talk to Angel the way he had been... regardless of getting raped by a psychopath within the last 24 hours. 

The atmosphere inside was bitter and uneasy. At the bar, Lucifer sat nursing a drink, his usually perfect demeanor disheveled. His suit was torn, a bruise darkening his jaw, and he was glaring at nothing in particular as he took a long drag from his cigarette.