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Vox closed the door behind him as he entered the tower before locking it with a quiet mumble, "Fucking Carmilla...fuck ass meeting..." he mumbled. Without another word, Vox made his way to the living room, the only sound being the echoing of his heeled shoes clicking against the hard floor with every step. The TV man walked into the living room and sank into one of the many couches with a loud sigh, his head leaned far back, and his eyes fluttered shut.
"Vox?" A familiar voice called out. Vox's eyes shot open excitedly to see the deer-man whom he loved. "Oh, Al! Am I glad to see you! That meeting was shit, wish you had come with, it was crazy."Vox rambled excitedly. "Oh?"Alastor inquired with a slight tilt of his head as he walked towards the couch to join his lover. "Yeah, basically Angels can be fucking killed, can you believe that!? Another overlord found an exorcist's head after the extermination, and what's more is that when the angel's head was thrown on the table during the meeting, Carmilla looked almost scared of the thing. I mean, she looked pale and unerved, not that she can get much paler though hah... anyways yeah meeting was shit and now that we know angels can be killed the game has changed drastically which is exciting but also a little scary because god knows what the other overlords are planning and that could be good and bad and also-" Vox rambled quickly before getting cutting himself off by the look of an amused looking Alastor. "Oh am I rambling your ears off again? Sorry Al, I just get so worked up about this stuff because I want us to be better and stronger than those inferior overlords and God only knows what they're planning." The TV man explained as Alastor sat next to him. "Maybe." Alastor responded with a smirk. Vox chuckled at Alastor's response as he shifted himself on the couch, crawling on top of Alastor's lap, putting his head against Alastor's chest and sinking back into the comfortable deer-man. Vox let out a contented sigh. "Hah, Sorry about that antlers, anyway, how was your day?" The TV man said. "Ahh, nothing out of the usual, just visited a few sinners who were practically BEGGING for their screams to be broadcast across hell." The deer-man said with a wicked grin as he fidgeted with Vox's antennas. Vox laughed in response, "Oh Al, I love you so much" Vox said tiredly before gently shutting his eyes. "Likewise, Vincent." Alastor responded warmly with a soft smile as Vox slowly drifted into a soft slumber with the warmth of the man he loved more than anything in life or death.
"Vox!" A familiar voice shouted, Vox's eyes shot open again, hoping to see the deer-man whom he loved with all his cold little heart. He was heartbroken to see an all too familiar moth demon. "Val? What are you doing here? Where's-" Vox cut himself off at the horrid realisation that it had all been a dream. "Vox I've been looking for you everywhere, Jesus! We have a meeting with..." Val started, but Vox never heard or paid attention to any of it. He was too busy with the aching hole left in his heart. A hole that would likely never be filled again as long as he lived, or rather was dead.