Secrets of a Demon Heart || Alastor x Vox (RadioStatic) || Hazbin Hotel

Chapter 22

Vox wasn't sure why he chose to go to a jazz party. In the past, when he was human and in his early years of hell, he often found it enjoyable most of the time. Eventually, as music began to change and grow more modern, Vox grew alongside with it and found himself disliking his old music taste.

After the fight between him and Alastor, his hatred for jazz music - and anything else Alastor likes in general - became so intense that he once went on a rampage on a mission to destroy every jazz bar and radio in the Pride Ring. It was stupid, and rather childish. But he found it enjoyable nonetheless.

Though, the fact that Alastor liked jazz so much is exactly why Vox chose this place.

Only a few minutes of waiting outside the venue, the man of the hour showed up. Alastor's hair was neat, his smile as charming as ever. But what caused Vox's breath to hitch, was the clothes. They didn't cling onto his skin, but they weren't too baggy either. His black coat neatly hung onto his figure, outlining the smooth curves of his waist. Rather than looking like an old-timey prick, Vox found himself looking at a classy but relaxed gentlemen.

"Enjoy what you see?" Alastor found the words coming out of his mouth before he even had the time to process them. But it sure did the trick. Vox's original flush on his face only deepened in colour before he grinned.

"Indeed." he said simply, admiring the Radio demon in front of him before clearing his throat in embarrassment.

"You don't look to bad yourself." Alastor hummed, walking towards the TV. "The suit looks lovely. Did Velvette make it for you?"

"Uh...yeah. Velv made it but it was originally for Val." Vox admitted, smirking at the way the deer immediately backed up at the mention of the Lust Overlord. "Don't worry. It's only been collecting dust in his wardrobe. He hasn't used it in any of his...movies."

"Right." Alastor had a flashback to when he and the rest of the hotel were forced to watch one of Angel's movies. At first, he was indeed very curious. It had a 5 star rating and he had always wanted to see how good of an actor Angel was. Though, he had teleported away the moment he saw the first shot. Angel has been in his nightmares ever since...

"A-anyways. Should we go inside?" Vox offered a hand out. Alastor hesitated, staring at the hand for a long time before reluctantly taking it. To his surprise, he found himself relaxing at the touch. Only a few days ago, Alastor was kicking and screaming like a toddler when Charlie touched him. And now he was accepting the hand of his rival? He groaned internally, thinking that the effects of his wound might be acting up again.

Once they entered, Vox couldn't deny that the party venue, even if everything looked ancient, was gorgeous. A great golden chandelier swung on the ceiling, little jewels and crystals sparkling and reflecting the light. Small paintings that belonged to the owners hung on the walls. which were coloured a warm red tone. Not a horrifyingly bright red, but not a blood red either.

The room was filled with the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Some demons danced joyfully with the beat of the jazz musics, others were chatting and drinking with friends. It was not like any party Vox had been to before. But he found himself strangely enjoying the atmosphere. It reminded him of when he and Alastor had first met.

They each ordered a drink. Vox decided to go for something light, meanwhile Alastor asked for rye whiskey.

"You sure you can handle such a hard drink so soon? The nights still young. We've got plenty of time." Vox chuckled.

The deer rolled his eyes. "It's like you don't even know me..." he feigned offence, earning a scoff from the other demon as the two began to sip their drinks.

A few minutes later, Alastor got up from where he was sat on his stool. He placed his glass down, before leaning down and slowly offering a hand. "Care to dance?"

Vox blinked in surprise, beginning to wonder if the other was drunk for him to offer his hand out to dance, with Vox of all people. Although the TV was proud to think of the two as the early stages of being friends again, he knew the stubborn deer still considered them rivals. But Alastor was still patiently waiting for Vox to accept his proposal.

"I'm uh, sorry. I'm not sure how to..." he said.

The deer tilted his head to the side, his ears flopping down along with it causing Vox to stare. Dammit...he's doing this on purpose "Nonsense! I've seen the way you dance! It was one of the reasons I found you interesting in the first place, all those years ago. Plus, we literally danced on the night of the ball the Princess held only a few weeks ago."

"No I can dance. But not to jazz." Vox admitted.

Alastor seemed a little defeated, before his face lit up once more. "No worries, my dear! I'll just teach you!" Before Vox could protest, he was pulled onto the dance floor. The deer's hand snaked to his waist, the other holding his arm. The TV felt his wires growing hot and wondered if he would have a malfunction right then and there. However he was swung around before he even came up with a conclusion.

The Radio demon moved around the dance floor with ease, confidence emitting from his steps. Vox was a little more awkward, but found himself enjoying it once he got the hang of it. At a certain part of the song, Alastor let go of the TV demon's waist, sending him flying in one direction before twirling around and crashing right back into the deer.

"Jesus fucking christ, Al! Warn me next time you prick." Vox huffed, stumbling around a while to get his footing.

Alastor hummed in amusement. This was going to be an entertaining night.

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This chapter is so short considering I haven't updated in 10 days...
I have been busy and I haven't had time to work on writing. Luckily I had some time to put together this very rushed chapter today. I hope y'all can forgive me ;-;