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Watching the ravenette part ways with a woman, you couldn't help but smirk to yourself while you waited for the old demon.
"Well that was one hell of a date, never took you for a romantic."
Vox sighs and walks pass you, "I ain't dealing with your shit today, I was having a nice time till-"
"-Till I arrived, ey?" You cut him off, pulling him down to your level by the collar of his turtleneck.
"Lookie here Mr. voice demon, I am doing my best to find a way to break this curse on you so that you can scurry off and freely live your life!" you muttered something under your breath before aggressively released him.
You hated the man, you spent majority of your time and energy hating on the demon that you didn't know what your life would be like if he just...forgot about you.
What if you did find a way to remove the curse on him?
Would he stop being playful with you?
Would he stop coming by to your house to cook for you when you can't?
Would he stop barging in your room to tell you about William Afton and the whole FNAF lore for the the millionth time?
Would he just...
...leave you like that?
So yes. You hated him so much that you ended up loving him—his goofy laugh, the obnoxious fart noises he makes, his passion in film making, and his overall dorkiness— if that ever made sense.
"...Better hurry that up, I can't make her wait for long." He says before turning to leave.
Her?
So he did find someone.
Shit, that hurts.
As soon as he was out of sight, you bit your lower lip trying to hold back from the sudden wave of pain that came washing over you. "You're so fucking stupid Y/n."
You knew that in loving him you would eventually end up getting hurt.
And you accepted that.
But shit you didn't expect that when the time comes, it would hurt this bad.
Your heart felt heavy.
Your mind goes blank.
You're just...
So tired, of the pain.
Of how empty you are without him. Without him touching you or talking to you or looking at you with those beautiful eyes.
Without him smiling playfully at you.
Fuck.
The next week you tried avoiding him.
You barely even look at him anymore, and only talk when necessary.
"What's wrong?" Vox asked, voice so serene that calmed your troubled heart for a short moment.
'Everything.'
"Nothing." You replied.
Sneaking a glance at him while he adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, you felt a pang in your heart looking at how happy he looked.
"What's the occasion?" Asking as if it wasn't obvious, you typed away on your laptop to distract you from the pain that you felt when he replied:
"I'm heading out to buy a ring."
Well shit, the pain felt like a whole ass truck running you over.
And fuck did it hurt. A lot.
Your fingers fastened its pace on the keyboard, eyes welling up with tears.
Vox then walked to the front door, "I'll see you later, better not drown yourself in caffeine, it makes you shit." He says while he puts his shoes on.
"Yeah, good luck with getting the ring. Make sure to choose the perfect one for her." You managed to say—more likely choked out—before he left.
Thank God he didn't look back and saw your face.
...
He didn't even look back.
He didn't even bother to look back.
He was moving on....
...and this time, without you.
Despite the pain and frustration, you were more determined to get rid of the curse on him.
Now, about how Vox got cursed...
About 408 years ago, your father, who had always headbutted with the voice demon, was the one who placed the curse on him..
The two were always at each other's throat for each of their amusement.
Your father was evil, I mean, he is a demon after all.
Once your father had gotten the news of the old man Tokugawa declaring a war against the Akuma clan, he told Vox that he wouldn't stand a chance with the daimyo.
(daimyo = warlord)
While Vox had pride in his clan, he got talked into making a bet with your father. If he won the war, your father will allow him to take over your clan, the (l/n) clan.
But if Vox lost, a curse will be casted on him till the day he die or till he finds a way to somehow get rid of the curse.
What is this curse you may ask?
Whomever Vox shall marry, will suffer. It will cause sickness, pain, loss, and even death to his significant other.
At first Vox didn't think much of it, but as soon as time passed, he realized that there was indeed someone that kept his heart wildly drumming in his chest.
Now knowing that he wanted the curse gone, he took your offer to find a way to get rid of it for him.
You did that because you felt responsible. You were the daughter of the demon that caused all this after all.
It was your last mission.
To fix every damage that your old man had caused.
Including this wretched curse.
"Here. Make sure to do exactly what the damned letter says." You held an envelope out to Vox, your face blank but eyes held a distant look to them.
In the letter was instructions of how to banish the curse.
It can only be read by the cursed.
So, it was no use to try to help him from this point on.
He looked so happy and excited looking at the envelope in his grasp, his beautiful golden eyes glimmering with newfound hope.
You were so happy for him. I mean, you watched this man live for more than 400 years and he has gone through tough shit.
He deserved so much more.
So much more than what you could've given him, so much more than just being loved by plain 400 years old woman who binge watch serial killer podcasts till five am in the morning.
This man is worthy of love, care and understanding of someone who can do better.
And that someone is not you...
"Hey, are you even listening? I thought I was the only one who zones out on conversations?" You were pulled away from your train of thoughts by his chuckles.
God, you loved it when he laughs.
He peered at your face, looking for any signs of distress or anything, "Do you mind telling me what's going on that pretty little head of yours?" He smiles with a hint of worry in his voice.
'Please don't do this to me Vox...'
"Yeah! I just remembered how immersed you were watching those documentaries about those red butt baboons." You let out a strained laugh, hoping to mask your sad tone.
"Don't forget to take care of yourself, okay?"
"Yeah, I'll see you around."
As he was about to leave through the door, he glanced back at you, "See you soon." He smiled at you.
Once you shut the door close, your knees just gave up on you and you slid down against the door.
"Yeah..."
You had loved 𝙈𝙧.𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙆𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧
With Vox:
Outside your home and in his car, Vox hesitantly rips the envelope open with his heart strumming loudly in his chest.
He reads through the letter, his brows furrowing at every word that was written.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."