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You are Alastor, the radio demon, known throughout Hell as the most powerful sinner. Even overlords would tremble at the mention of you. The weak ones would do your bidding, either out of fear, or because you made them do it.
But of course, you weren't entirely heartless. The powerful overlords learned to stay out of your way or become your ally, but who would volunteer to be considered friends with a monster like you, anyways?
But of course, there was one exception. Vox was the only one who wasn't afraid to say your name, let alone brag to people that you two were friends.
He was a flashy, stuck up, selfish demon, but alas, you tolerated him. After all, you were both in hell for the same reasons. From what you've heard, he was an influencer of some sorts, and while preaching at a mass-baptism about television, a tv fell right on his head, taking him and a crowd of people to their deaths. You always think that there has to have been more to his story, but oh well, why should you be concerned about him of all things?
Today, he invited you to a diner to talk about something that he claims is very important.
Yeah right.
Despite your lack of spare time, you decided to spare him some pity and fulfill his request, not because you cared, but because he might have something to offer you. But even then, what can you offer to the most powerful sinner in hell?
Maybe this was about more than business, maybe he had a crush on you. You've seen his body language when you're together, he's much more chatty and caring, and his little hat conducted electricity, like something was bubbling deep down inside of him, and sometimes you felt it too, although it was oh so faint. You've seen the way he trembles when you get too close, or when he accidentally shocks you while reaching for your hand, or that one time during an overlord meeting when he got a boner while sitting next to you, and everyone knew because it glowed (AN: tmi, tell me immediately).
Maybe you did care after all? Probably not (AN: What is the name of the biggest river in the world?), but no matter what excuse you had for that, you had no excuse for clearing your schedule to meet him, and you hated it.
After questioning your motives, you walk into the diner and find Vox intently watching the ice in his drink. He seems to be lost in his own mind, his hat conducting as his face gets more and more flushed with blue.
You sit next to him and tap his shoulder, bringing him back to the present.
He jumps up and looks at you, his eyes widening as he realizes that you actually came. "Alastor! You came, for real!"
You flash him a genuine smile before ordering some scotch from the bartender. You look back at Vox as the bartender prepares your drink, he's thinking again, his blush much more present than before.
"So, what did you call me here for, hm?" You ask, taking a sip of the alcohol in front of you. He chuckles before telling you, "Well, we're both so powerful, and-and big, and I think that we could do so much together, not just as friends..." He pauses to catch his breath, electricity jumping all over his body, an even more noticeable flush staining his face, "...We could be partners, Al'." He reaches for your hand before you pull it away, afraid of the shock. The shock of his hand and the shock you developed yourself.
You go non-verbal, chugging your scotch like your life depends on it. You don't even like it's smoky taste it has, but it's the only way you can stall before you have to talk to him again, so you stare. You look at him, your mind racing with things to say before he calms down and starts to think again, minus the blush this time.
"Maybe we don't need words right now..." He says in an awfully comforting tone, his hand reaching for yours again.
But this time, instead of shocks, he lovingly intertwines your fingers, letting you know that you're not alone. Despite this, you still don't know what to say, so you stare more. You hate how he stares back.
A sweet smile nests on his face, as his eyes filled with excitement and love stare back at you. "We could go to my office to sort things out privately, if you want to? Just you and me, as... friends?" He murmurs, gesturing towards the door.
Despite the shit this man was making you feel and think, your body goes into autopilot as you stand up with him and walk out, involuntarily holding his hand too. How embarrassing could this get for you?