Voxal Stories

(ENG) - "A Tale of Waves and Frequencies" explored the past. Needless to say, however, the situation is far from resolved. That is why, in this new work, we will embark on a journey through the present and, subsequently, the future. "A Story of Light and Shadow" is ready to welcome you! PLEASE NOTE: Cover and description are provisional!

He longs for him to come back, but remembers the harsh reality.

[ ONESIDED RADIOSTATIC !! // HAZBIN HOTEL ] //- "IT'S BEEN SEVEN YEARS...!" -\\ ' ' Vox seemingly has an unhealthy 'hate' obsession towards the Radio Demon, Alastor. This obsession may have led the tech-savvy overlord towards a pleasing feeling no one could explain. Thinking about their former camaraderie in the past, he couldn't resist that ONE feeling. He hates it, and yet... He LOVES it. ' ' [ THIS FANFIC WAS WRITTEN FOR FUN! :D COVER IS ALSO MADE BY ME !! (I edited a scene from Stayed Gone :3) ]

"Al c'mooon-" Vox nagged. "One record. Just one." "No." "One song." Vox bargained. "Vox it's 2 am." "Half a dance." Vox offered. "You owe me for skipping out on the milestone party- which by the way I gave a *three week* notice for." "One round." Alastor gave in. "But not to this record, I'd rather not have to play this song back and remember your..." Vox stared back. "...less than savory dancing." "What?" Vox grinned. "Afraid I'll ruin the memory of this little melody?" OR Alastor dances with Vox to his favorite record as an apology for skipping out on the others milestone parties - angst ensues.

Alastor não pôde deixar o corpo de Vox em meio aos escombros.

( Disclaimer:This is a writing prompt that is supposed to be only one shot but I made it 2 parts though. ) Vox and Alastor were locked in a room and forced to talk things out and maybe fix some things. Because they can never get out if they don't. But it's quite difficult when they are two narcissistic overlords who have some egoistical issues and have some trauma to deal with.

Vox has been missing for 7 years. Not even what remains of the Vees are aware of Vox's wellbeing, yet Alastor has finally secured the only communication line with his rival, old pal, and dearest friend. Vox on the other hand seems... off. Alastor is on a mission to find out why.

"Voxtek is dead--VeeTek has a new 'big daddy' in town?! Our charming hero, Val, steps up as the new CEO! More on tonight's program-tune into 666 News! From your host, Katie Killjoy!" OR two old emotionally repressed demons attempt love. and fail miserably (a concerning amount of times) *do not expect fast chapters, author is slow *author regrets everything and nothing *author will make a cover one day (maybe never)

in Alastor's old apartment, where Vox used to live when they were friends-they start another werid cohousing experience.

ONE SHOT STORIES FOF MY TWO LITTLE GUYS❤️ no one else but them🥰🥰 I do mostly smut and fluff lolol (ART COVER NOT MINE!!)

A radio silence fanfiction where Alastor Hartfelt kidnaps Vincent Wittman.

Vox and val get married

(ENG) - What if Alastor and Vox had known each other while they were still alive? What if their fates had been intertwined from the very beginning, without either of them even realizing it? And what will happen when, once in Hell, their existences collide again in a storm of waves and frequencies? This story attempts to reconstruct a past only briefly hinted at in Hazbin Hotel, piecing together all available fragments of the puzzle while staying as faithful to canon as possible. Are you ready to join me on this journey? ✨ Slow-burn / friends to enemies to something worse 📻🎥 All shades of RadioStatic 💔 Angst, obsession, messy emotions 🔥 Power dynamics, rivalry, toxic bonds 🎶 Music-driven narrative

Having made no deals to secure his power, Alastor has spent his afterlife in Hell a fairly average Sinner with one particular unique ability: a voice that makes him all but irresistible to most demons. For decades, he's been bound to Rosie's service, using his silver tongue and natural charisma to help her negotiate her contracts. Of course, his talent is no match for someone like Vox. But their first meeting makes an impression nevertheless. Vox finds himself fixated on Alastor and compelled to possess him. So he does what any businessman would and makes a deal to buy Alastor's soul. A deal with Rosie, that is. After all, Alastor's soul is no longer his own property. Blindsided and bitter over the forced upheaval of his afterlife, Alastor plans to rebel in every way possible. His brattiness does nothing to deter Vox, who's determined to find the obedient pet hidden underneath. Both are thrown very much off-balance by an unexpected affection mixed into their antagonism. But affection doesn't equate to peace. Even if they do want to navigate the completely unfamiliar territory of a partnership, there's still the risk of driving each other crazy along the way.

Two ex lovers became arch enemies, speaking against each other. However, maybe their bickering will rekindle the love they once had. The classic radio, and the new television, against each other. Vintage versus modern, but they were always meant to coexist with each other. WARNING: Although I don't plan for such explicit things, I am not writing for a significantly young age group. Besides that, I'll definitely add warnings at the beginning of chapters if there is something sensitive.

idkkk Cover picture not mine

This is a Radiostatic fic centered around Alastor and Vox, set right after Season 2. Vox has lost everything, his body, his influence, his control.. and now exists only in fragments across Hell's systems (still has his head though), quietly rebuilding himself through abandoned networks and broken screens. He's not gone. Just... not whole. Alastor, meanwhile, is back at the hotel, freer than ever. No deals. No limits. And when he notices the strange signal disturbances spreading through Hell, he doesn't stop them. He watches. New Entertainment, innit? Things go wrong when Vox attempts a full signal synchronization to restore himself-and Alastor obviously interferes, not to help, but to dominate. Instead of one winning, something breaks. They create "Dead Air": a layer between signals made of corrupted broadcasts and overlapping identities. And inside it, something new begins forming.. something that wants both of them. Now Vox must reclaim the parts of himself trapped inside it, while Alastor tries to understand it without losing control. Forced cooperation, tension, and very bad decisions included.

In this AU, the Hellaverse is very different from what we know. The Exterminations never began. The Hazbin Hotel was never opened. And Queen Lilith never vanished. Instead, after centuries of conflict and overpopulation, Heaven and Hell managed to reach an alternative solution that, at least on paper, was meant to ensure a more stable future for both. Meanwhile, in Pentagram City, the Radio Demon and the Media Overlord dominate the minds and wallets of sinners without opposition. For decades, they have co-led V&A, one of the most powerful companies in Hell, born the day Alastor allegedly accepted Vox's proposal and signed a contract on a bar napkin. Or so the story goes-almost like a legend whispered too often to still be questioned. Since then, no one has ever truly understood how two such different demons managed to build an empire together without destroying each other. Or perhaps the real question is another entirely. Is it really just business? Whatever the answer may be, the fragile balance sustaining their reality begins to crack with the arrival of a new sinner: a mysterious demon, dangerously similar to both of them, who from the very first moment threatens everything they have built. Meanwhile, the consequences of Hell's redevelopment project continue to ripple across the various Rings. Tensions rise. Agreements begin to show cracks. Lucifer, Lilith, the Seven Deadly Sins, and the representatives of Heaven find themselves increasingly forced to confront problems that no one seems truly capable of solving. Problems that the Overlords of Pentagram City can no longer afford to ignore. Especially when they threaten communities like Cannibal Town. Especially when they involve people they care about. Because things can always get worse. And when mirrors begin to break, what they reflect is rarely the truth.

Eh Vox kills Alastor okay