Overlord fun time!

Vox vs Alastor

Okay so I have heard that these guys absolutely hate each other so I'm going to write a battle scene!

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~Alastor's POV ~

I eyed the TV demon up and down."Hello Vox" I say feeling my hatred drip off the words.

"Alastor" he nods at me.

"Are you aware of where you are my good fellow" I say trying to stay calm.

"Why yes I am" he says taking another step onto my terf.

With a flick of my wrist I summon my staff to let him know he would have to be up for a fight. Vox looks at the staff and then to me an almost amused expression on his face.

"are you sure you want to do this old man?" he asks cocking his head at me.

I feel my eyes turn to dials and my antlers grow heavy on my head as the expand and branch out Blood slowly begins oozing out of my mouth.

Vox tucked his arms behind his back chuckling a bit. "as you wish."

With a quick movement a portal appeared behind him as he turned only to be met with a tentacle to the screen. It wraps around his neck and squeezes making Vox let out a small growl. Ripping it off he sends a bit of lightning flying at me. I try to jump aside but the bolt hits my side allowing my pale skin to burn. I screech holding my burnt hip carefully.

"Didn't like that did you radio man?" He yells smile widdening.

I hold my side as I feel my black blood begin to drip out of the wound soaking my clothing. I lifted my hand only to watch small dolls crawl out of the ground to my aid. They begin to run at Vox as he burns them one by one with his electricity with little work. My grasp on my staff grows tighter as well as my hatred for the demon. 

With a snap I feel myself begin to levitate as a blackish mist begins drifting over the battle field making it hard to see. With a quick motion I send my staff flying at him. He turns only to be met with the end of my staff going deep into his chest.

I lower myself to the ground and stroll over trying my best to look casual. I loom over the TV who's breathing is coming out in short huffs. I grip my microphone and pull it out a stream of blood leaving with it. A pained moan leaves Vox's mouth as I remove it only making me feel stronger.

My smile grows at the sound. "Not so powerful now?" I ask using my staff to lift his head enough so he could look at my smug face.

Vox was beginning to look desperate as he throws rocks and pieces of pavement at me only making me more pissed. I lift my staff over my head to deliver the final blow but a soft ringing begins to fill the air making me pause. The sound begins to grow louder making me cover my ears in pain. 

Vox's laugh fills the air as he stands up looming over my hunched figure. Picking my staff up from off the ground he examines it running his long fingers over the microphone. He kicks me to the ground making me wince as my head connects with the hard pavement. 

"Sorry Alastor but not all battles are won by you." he says  smashing my own microphone over my head. Blood begins running into my eyes from the wound on my head only blinding me as I cough up black liquid.  

Vox is now the one looking smug as he lifts the staff. I ready myself for the second death knowing once I came back my life would be even more hellish then before.

"Good night" 

The staff crashes into my skull causing my own blood to splash across the road.

(VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR!!!!!)