Frequencies and Wavelengths

Can you hear me?

"Fuck-" Velvette manages, shrieking somewhat as she dodged another hit. "Love, there's really no need to do this. Let's sit down and draw some contracts-"

Velvette barely bucked another tentacle, words buried in her dry throat as Valentino ran beside her. Feet scrambling and frantic, the two ran further and deeper into a crevice of Hell, out of breath and power, finally hitting a dead-end.

"Mierda!" Valentino screeched, breath drawing desperation. "Mierda- Listen, we can talk it out! We can really talk it out-"

Alastor halted the corner, manic smile and power hungry eyes adorning his face. He was hungry, and locating the rest of what remained of the Vees had taken weeks .

The man was going to feast .

After Vox's disappearance 7 years ago, he had grown stronger. The Vees had not. The Vees- or rather his soon to be fine dining- were ready to be butchered. Stamina depleted. Power exhausted. Backup run dry.

His glee was unconfined, static hissing out and bouncing off the alleyway walls, boxing the two remaining Overlords in with no escape. His ever-deepening hunger making room for more.

He lept forth.

He was too impatient to play with his food today, he decided. Best be quick about it now.

He decisively hurled his hands around the Doll Demons throat. Her vocal cords strained against his grip as she continued to spit out compromises, contracts, anything really, and at this point it was truly annoying him.

"Listen- We can come to an agreement, we can talk!" Velvette gasped out. "Let's all pause for a second, be rational Overlords here-"

Velvette desperately clawed at her captor, her eyes wild and mind unfocused. The two Vees have been running and fighting for hours, yet drew unmatched to Alastor's calm following pace, a relentless killer.

"Please-" Velvette tried again, catching a dash of hot pink and purple in her peripherals. Valentino. "Just-"

Valentino took the distracting opportunity to arm himself with holy weaponry, he cocked and loaded his gun, out of breath heaving fogging his shattered glasses.

He attempted to blink away the curtain of grey condensation of his glasses, but it was no use.

Best shoot while he still had the opportunity.

" Not so powerful now that the Television is gone now, hm? " Alastor's Eldridge infused voice spoke. "I will rid of you. I will finish your little company in its entirety. These will not be negotiations."

Valentino fired.

Alastor snapped his head around, radio dials ticking down the seconds his opponent had to live. His commanded tentacles captured the month in mere nanoseconds.

The Moth Overlord had missed his shot.

" What a delight. " Alastor grinned, head turning to an awkward angle. "I had nearly forgotten about how much of a nuisance you posed for a moment. Seems like I will take my fill today, that's good, because I'm starved ."

Alastor's grip tightened around Velvette's throat, arguably making her name match her in appearance. Alastor's tentacles copied in pace with Valentino who fought back desperately against its tightening tide.