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It all starts when Vox gets the idea to invite his dear friend Alastor to join the Vs, by group choice, and in this way gain full control over the pentagram's media, and definitely not because Vox was desperate. to spend more time with the smiling demon, this had been a group decision, the idea had been Velvette's, after a particular tea talk between overlords.
so no, he wasn't obsessed with Alastor, he was just doing it for the power, or so he told himself, as he stared at the smile of the Radio demon in front of him, he hadn't realized when it started, when he started attending. to these increasingly common meetings that he used to hate, and he came just to get the fucking chance to talk to Alastor. Now that he thinks about it, power might not be the only thing he wanted Alastor on his team for.
``and with that we end the meeting,''
Vox watched as everyone got up from their seats after saying goodbye to Carmila's dog, although his eyes were on the demon Radio, and on the cannibal woman next to him, Rosie. For some reason Vox had always admired the relationship those two had, that trust and naturalness was what he craved.
``If you keep looking at them like that, you're going to drool.'' True, he forgot that he didn't come alone, Velvette was with him.
``I don't know what you're talking about,'' he had answered, an obvious lie. Even for his friend, who had looked him up and down with a hesitant smile.
``whatever you say 'Voxy', are you going to ask him or what?´´ Very smart of Vel to call him with the nickname Valentino, although he didn't pay attention to the mockery, reasoning better about the second part of the sentence Turning around, he manages to see that Alastor has already finished his conversation with the cannibal lady and is preparing to leave. There are only the three of them in the room, it's time, now.
He gets ready and ``Alastor!'' he hears Velvette shout, that catches him by surprise, he's not prepared, no-.
``Yes? darling´´ Alastor approaches them, and now Vox is convinced that he is sweating, something that doesn't make much sense considering that his head is a screen.
``Vox wanted to propose something to you on behalf of the Vs, I guess I'll leave them to talk.''
And with that, he is now alone, with Alastor by his side, with his usual smile and a curious gaze examining him, without realizing it Vox had frozen.
``Is everything okay, friend?'' Alastor asks with a laugh, are you laughing...at Him?! That realization brought him back into the game.
``Of course yes friend, I just had a proposal to make you.'' Here it was.
``absolutely! You know I love a good deal, so tell me, dear, what is this little agreement of yours about?´´ Alastor comments with his usual and characteristic gentlemanly personality, no matter the situation Alastor never lost his manners.
Breathe deeply and…