The Chaos Wars

Chapter 6: The dogs of War.

-Vox POV-

"Can you please hurry the ever-living FUCK up before I give you a reason to be suicidal?" Alastor roared to the warriors in the back of the group lagging behind the rest. They needed to reach the outer demon city of Sinlinski before nightfall, otherwise they wouldn't make it back to Venzia in time.

"Sir" one of the soldiers in the back began,  "I'm sorry, but we are all incredibly tired. We have been moving non-stop for 2 weeks, sleeping at most 3 times, I can't even remember. Can we PLEASE stop, just for a bit?" he finished off with an especially pleading face.

Alastor looked at him like he had grown an extra head. "Are you serious?" he said in a deadly calm voice, indicating that he was either incredibly angry, or worse. "Did you just not only question my authority, but disobey my orders of no advising?" The soldiers knees clicked and clicked together in pure primordial fear. He looked as though he was going to shit pure death out of his pants from the sickly pale his face had become.

With a force of will akin to building the pyramids in terms of effort, he spoke to Alastor; "Si-s-sir, with all do re-res-spect, that's a bit redundant." The sky crackled with lighting as Alastor stared into his soul, looking like he had suddenly gained control of all of the Venzaian Imperium. "Well isn't this interesting, we have a winner!" he said, lighting up. 

The soldier was dumbfounded at this remark. "Wha-wha-what?" he stuttered. "You heard me right, my judged friend, you have gained a one-way ticket on the express of the broken to the mythical land of Null. That's right, to the pit of Azathoth with you." With that last remark, he unleashed his powers on the poor soul.

The screams of agony from that man cannot be described with words.

As Alastor turned away from the carnage, he heard the one thing he least expected from ANYONE...laughter. Vox was laughing. Not a maniacal laugh, nor one of mockery, no, it was a laugh of pure humour. "WHAT IS SO FUNNY?!" Alastor thundered at Vox as his men cowered in fear of his rage.

"Oh, nothing." he said innocently before grinning widely, "Hmm....maybe with the possible exception of you killing your own soldiers because your a pussy that can't take criticism and advice. Hmm....yeah." The look of rage in Alastor's face was incredible to behold, a mighty being of unimaginably power being torn apart by nothing but simple words, a true play of power by the Screen God. 

"You-you take that back, you fiendish, conniving, self-centered..." "Devilish handsome rouge who you despise because you can't handle the world moving on from radio and me being the living embodiment of that change?" Vox finished for him. Alastor was hanging on by the literal skin of his teeth in not skinning Vox alive and eating him.

 "THAT'S IT, WE'RE BRINGING BACK CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!!!!" Alastor screamed at no one in particular. His men looked confused. "Sir, we already have capital punishment by you orders." one of his very nervous men said. "DOUBLE IT!!" he roared to the heavens. While Alastor was crashing out, Vox sat in the corner, listening to his favorite song: 

Alastor looked like he was going to explode when finally one of his scouts came running up: "Sir, Sinlinski is only 20 more kilometres north, if we hurry, we can make it by nightfall." Alastor turned to the messenger and flattened put his ruffled coat. "Finally" he said in a somewhat grumpy tone, "news that is both good and important, hard to come by these days."

Vox stared at him, "I still cannot believe that even YOU Alastor, would join the Venzaian scum, Demon kinds common enemy!" Vox had known Alastor for a long time and knew that he wasn't above killing children and stealing from those that could not stop him, not like he was any better. But at least he never betrayed Demon kind for the despicable fat-paste that was the Venzaian scum.