Déjà Vu | Fem OC x Alastor

CH 39: Shadows Debrief

Vox's Pawn stood before Vox in the sleek, modern confines of the Vee Tower, the city skyline gleaming outside like a canvas of steel and glass. The contrast between the tower's opulence and the darkness they navigated was stark, a reminder of the delicate balance they maintained.

"Report, Pawn," Vox said, his voice firm but intrigued, his eyes piercing through the dim lighting.

Vox's Pawn began, "Alastor's return to the Hazbin Hotel has stirred tensions, like ripples on a stagnant pond. His secrets remain locked down, but I sense he's hiding something significant, a hidden card waiting to be played."

Vox raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Go on."

Vox's Pawn continued, "I've observed increased activity among the hotel's residents, they believe that he is abandoning his duties as the hotelier."

Vox's expression turned calculating, his mind racing with strategies. "Interesting. And Alafia?"

Vox's Pawn hesitated, crafting a careful lie, a delicate dance of deception. "Alafia remains... distracted, their focus split between the living world and the underworld. I've detected subtle manipulations, possibly attempting to influence events from afar, pulling the strings like a master puppeteer."

Vox's eyes narrowed, his gaze intensifying. "Explain."

Vox's Pawn elaborated, "It seems Alafia is secretly guiding certain individuals in the living world, using them to further their own agenda, a clever move, but potentially risky, like playing with fire in a dry forest."

Vox leaned forward, his interest piqued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "This could be useful, Pawn. Continue monitoring Alafia's actions, uncover their plans, and identify potential weaknesses. We can't let them upset the balance."

Vox's Pawn nodded, relieved his deception had been accepted, the weight of his secrets momentarily lifted. He knew the truth - Alafia was unaware of the underworld's intricacies and didn't manipulate or influence events. She's a powerless human. But Vox didn't need to know that. Not yet.

"As you wish, Vox," he replied, his voice firm, maintaining the facade, the mask of loyalty securely in place.

Vox's gaze lingered, sensing nothing amiss, his trust in Vox's Pawn unwavering. "Remember, Pawn, loyalty is paramount. Our goals must be achieved, no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice."

Vox's Pawn bowed, the burden of his secrets settling heavier upon his shoulders, the line between loyalty and deception blurring, like shadows dancing in the night.