ursupervivi
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After the aftermath of Vox's defeat settled, something unspoken lingered beneath Hell's usual spectacle. A truth spoken too openly sends Alastor retreating, vanishing from familiar circles and leaving tension in his wake. Vox, meanwhile, adapts with unsettling ease, refining his influence and entering an arrangement that places him closer to the Hotel than he ever intended.
Absence, however, does not erase what once existed, it only distorts it.
When Alastor finally returned, the space he left behind felt heavier than before. A single encounter reignites old frictions, sharpened now by restraint rather than open hostility. Neither Vox nor Alastor say what the distance has done, yet it lingers in every look and witty remark. Their rivalry falters, replaced by something more volatile and far less controllable. The silence between them proves louder than any broadcast.
Beyond their orbit, Hell begins to fracture in quieter, more dangerous ways. Ancient forces stir, violence descends without warning, and authority is challenged from within and above. Unlikely alliances form under pressure, pulling rivals onto the same side of an approaching storm. When the chaos finally breaks, not everyone emerges unchanged. In the fragile calm that follows, certain truths can no longer remain buried, even if they are never spoken aloud.