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Imagine 14: Kidnapped👿 (Alastor)

Pairing: Father! Alastor x OC! Child! Ana

Summary: *Alastor's daughter gets kidnapped by Vox, and Alastor has to get her back by any means necessary*

Requested by my lovely bestie _Angelic_Amy_

"...Voxxy, I will admit when you said you were going to get back at Alastor, I did not think you would actually KIDNAP his child," Valentino remarks with an almost cocky smirk on his face, one hand holding a cigarette while he watches Vox struggle to contain the small demon child.

Through gritted teeth, Vox barks back. "Will you shut up and help me?! This brat bit me once already," he keeps his hand over Ana's mouth to contain her screams, all the while holding her tight to refrain her from struggling.

Rolling his eyes, Valentino strides over.
"Now now, a little rope should do the trick," he says, binding the child's hands and legs together. "There, now she can't escape or run."

Instead--with a loud crackle of static--she glares at the two of them.
"My papa will destroy you!" She shouts, the child-like tone of her voice making her threat too hard to take serious.

Both Vox and Valentino can't resist a good laugh.
"Oh really? Well I'd like to see that old bastard try," Vox boops the tip of Ana's nose, only to quickly yank his hand back when she tried to bite his finger.

"I hate kids," Vox grumbles under his breath.
"Well, now that we have his kid, what else do we do?" Valentino asks, sitting down on one of his red leather couches while propping a leg on his table.

Pacing, Vox responds with uncertainty. "Well, having the kid leads Alastor here, my plan was to jump him and have the sneak attack advantage."

Valentino raises an eyebrow. If under different circumstances, it would be a perfect V coded plan, but this is Alastor.
Before coming here, Alastor would have figured out every tactic and advantage that Vox has.

Valentino stands up. "This is your deal Voxxy, just make sure that your little wrestling match with Alastor doesn't damage the studio."

With a wink, Valentino leaves--obviously going somewhere far away, knowing damn well that Alastor would be arriving at any moment.

And any moment came 20 minutes later, when the large window that reveals a slice of Pentagram City suddenly shatters, and a large tentacle arm reaches up and grabs Vox by the waist.

All chaos, Ana is smiling at while sitting tied in the corner, excitedly stomping her feet.

Aggressively, the arm swings Vox against a brink wall foundation besides the studio, his back making such contact it leaves behind a mark.

Groaning, with one hand on the side of his TV head, and a crack running down his TV screen for a face, Vox's glowing red eyes snap up towards the familiar silhouette walking through the shadows, approaching him.

"I should have known it was you to think of something so stupid and believe it was a good idea."

Vox gets lifted up again, immediately being dragged closer to Alastor, before the arm lifts Vox in the air upside down in front of Alastor.

Tilting his head, amused by the glint of fear in Vox's eyes, he speaks.
"I will ask very politely, where is my daughter?"

"Fuck you old timey bastard," Vox spits, immediately regretting it when the arm suddenly tightens its grip around Vox's waist.

That'll definitely leave a broken bone here and there, the popping sounds were evident enough.

His eyes becoming radio dials, Alastor speaks again.

"I could easily squash you like the pathetic bug that you are, but at the same time, I do enjoy our tit-for-tats. So, tell me where Ana is, and I'll spare your picture show box for a face."

Growling, with a small amount of blue liquid dripping out of Vox's mouth, he replies.
"Studio..."

"Where?"

"Figure that out yourself!"
That sass, caused Vox to go flying in the air yet again, his back hitting the brink wall once more.

Smiling from ear to ear, Alastor graciously bows.
"Always nice to catch up, but I'm afraid I must be going! It's almost dinner time, and little Ana gets so fussy without her meals. I bid you good day."

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor teleports himself in front of his daughter Ana--who excitedly jumps in her seat.

He laughs. "Oh calm down dearest, let me untie you."
He takes the ropes off, and like a baby koala to it's mother, Ana clings to his chest, arms thrown around his neck.

"There there, don't be scared. Papa took care of those dreadful demons. One day you'll be able to fight them alongside me! I look forward to it actually, though for now, let's go home. Niffty made jambalaya!"

Ana smiles up at Alastor, the exact same smile that Alastor wears 24/7.
A wave of pride floods his chest.

"Now that's my girl! Smiling in the midst of such terror! It brings a tear to my eye."

He laughs, teleporting himself and Ana out of the studio and back home.

Hope you like it!