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

Chapter 24

Holy shit...he had a TV for a head.

Those were the first thoughts Alastor had when a demon quite literally spawned right in front of him.

New arrivals weren't uncommon at all. Sometimes, they would fall straight from the sky and create a quite comical imprint on the ground. Other times they would just pop up out of nowhere all of a sudden.

Alastor has seen such things plenty of times already, but it still made him jump in surprise nonetheless. Then, after a few moments of observing the new demons appearance and watching their horrified expression as they scanned their surroundings, Alastor would eat them.

But for once, he felt his appetite falter. This new arrival had a goddam TV for a head. He didnt look very...tasty. The deer liked eating a lot of things, but metal wasn't one of them.

However, there was something different about this demon. Instead of panicking, TV man just started yapping a string of curses as he checked his body for any potential injuries, sighing in relief as he realised he had none. As he looked at Alastor, instead of screaming he just cocked his head to the side in curiosity and confusion.

Alastor found him interesting.

"Why hello there! Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!" he cheered, reaching forwards and forcing TV man into a hand shake. "And what might your name be, my friend?"

TV man blinked, his eyes narrowing in scepticism but responded nonetheless. "Uh...Victor."

"Welcome to hell, Victor!" The deer exclaimed happily, before grasping onto the other's wrist and giving it a nice chomp. Not enough to break the bone, but certainly enough to create a wound that would last a few days.

"What the fuck!?" Victor yelped, pulling his arm away and taking several steps back.

Alastor licked his teeth, his eyes narrowing in disgust. "Well...you certainly aren't tasty..." he mumbled. "Apologies, my dear. This is just how we greet people in hell!" That was a half-lie. Only people in cannibal town greet people like that.

Victor decided it was a logical explanation, letting down his guard. How interesting indeed. This man would certainly make a great tool for Alastor to use in the future. Or at least, thats what he thought.

Victor wasn't only interesting, entertaining and amusing to watch. He was also very charming. Demons of hell would often look in his direction as he walked past, having a lot of stage presence with his good posture and charismatic smile. His appearance, despite his head being a TV, wasn't too bad either. He had a toned body and fine figure, earning a lot of attention.

His wit was on a similar level with Alastor, often thinking of humorous comebacks and funny jokes. Victor also had experience being an entertainer, which was the biggest green flag for Alastor and the two of them set up a small talk show for him, using the name 'Vox' when on screen. 

And eventually, interest turned into like, and like turned into a kind of love that Alastor reserves only for his bestest friends. Vox is his best friend. And for once, he tore away the chains wrapping his heart and decided that this friendship is going to last forever. A naive, childish thought. But he allowed it.

"You certainly look too cheerful for your own good. Did you win the lottery or somethin'?" Husk muttered when Alastor got home.

The deer hummed in response. "I think I just did."

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"Al, I-...Im sorry." Vox stammered out, his glass dropping out of his hands and shattering on the floor.

"And what are you apologising for this time?" Alastor sighed, sipping his own drink slowly.

"I mean- I said some horrible things to you last time we met. About you, about...the scars. I genuinely did not know you were fucking mauled by dogs." the TV demon ranted. Alastor winced at his bluntness. "If I did know I would have never said that! I promise!"

"Goodness gracious, Vox." the deer sighed, shaking his head. Vox had always apologised. Even when he did nothing wrong. But this attitude was only saved for Alastor.

"And I'm sorry I threatened you. And I'm sorry for prying an answer out of you...but I still wanna know why you were in heaven." Vox whispered the last part. "Anyways, I'm sorry I threatened to tell all of hell about your secret and I-"

"It's nothing you need to be worried about, Vox! I strongly believe you would have never told the rest of hell anyway." Alastor said, cutting the other off.

"Huh? Why?"

"You love me too much." His grin turned into a sly smirk, amused by the sudden flush on TV demon's face.

But this proved Vox's theory. Alastor has the ability to flirt. Shocking.

He sighed in defeat. "Either way, I'm sorry Alastor."

The deer hummed, swirling his drink. "Sure. I forgive you." he shrugged. He hated apologises from Vox. It just showed how incapable Alastor was of doing it himself. Almost everything that happened was his fault. Yet he doesn't have the gut to apologise. Pathetic.

"Enough about me." Alastor said in an attempt to move the attention away from himself. He loved attention, and he loved death - only when they weren't talking about the way he himself died. "I believe I've never asked how you perished, Vox?"

Vox shrugged. "It was nothing special. A uh...television fell on my head. I know. Shocking."

Alastor couldn't help but laugh, leaving the TV demon in a small trance. That laugh was beautiful.

"Well, I think I've had enough to drink for one night." the deer said, placing his glass on the counter.

"Wait you're leaving?" Vox asked in alarm. This night was going so well, and it was barely past midnight! He wanted, no, needed Alastor to stay for a little longer.

"Who said I was leaving?" Alastor questioned back, an eyebrow raised. "It's not even one o'clock! Plus, I'm feeling energetic today. Perhaps I can let out some steam with a good dance." he cheered, swirling his cane as it dissolved into the shadows. A pause. He hesitated. Then he turned to face Vox and extended a hand once more. "Care to join me?"

Vox's face brightened - quite literally - as the screen began glowing more than it usually did. "Wait- you're offering to dance? With me?"

"I literally did the same 3 hours ago." Alastor deadpanned. "Your memory seems to be faltering. Perhaps old age is catching up to you, Vox."

The TV demon scoffed. "You are the last person I want telling me that, you ancient prick." he said, but his smile couldn't be bigger.

Vox thought that maybe, just maybe, they could set aside their differences and rediscover the friendship they had once shared. He knew it wouldn't be easy, not anymore. But he was an idiot. He was stupid. He was going to get Alastor back.

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I feel like I have mischaracterised characters in previous chapters (especially in the angst ones) and a bit in this chapter too, so I hope you didn't mind
Currently I am trying to improve how to write certain characters and to improve my writing skills more. I pride myself in my story ideas rather than my writing skill ;-;