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There were plenty of things that, in hindsight and, extreme privacy, that Vox would admit to not being the highlights of his life or afterlife. But, this most recent little stunt was certainly on the surface level of "Fuck Ups" that he had to hold his hand up to.
Especially since he was not in the position to get away from an irate Velvette; never mind defend himself. It was only the large bulk of Shock Wav that was keeping the less wounded sinner from tearing a few new stripes in Vox's hide and smashing his screen in for good measure. And, while any threat to Vox would normally send Shock Wav on the attack he was, at this moment, in "Protection" mode; had been curled up around his father after everyone had returned to the hotel after Alastor's little show.
After he had tried to add Velvette's "voice" to the Broadcast.
......
Vox would be kidding himself if he thought Alastor had outgrown that little game of his. No, now he was free of his "obligations" it seemed Alastor was eager to remind everyone why he was to be feared in the Pride Ring and had declared hunting season on his fellow Overlords.
Some like Rosie and Zestial were safe; to strong and wily for the Radio Prick; honestly Vox could not remember the last time he had seen Cannibal Colony go into "Lockdown" on the command of its chipper Overlord. The once friendly by hell standards streets turning into a cross between a fort and the Roanoke Colony. Carmilla meanwhile had vanished but, with no screams of hers or her daughters joining the "chorus" on the radio waves it was clear the bitch had gone to ground the moment the danger had reared its head.
Other Overlords were not so fortunate; the screams of Hatchet and Prick were almost deafening across the city. The radio towers once more singing their songs of blood and death to all who would and would not listen. Hell, not even setting them on fire did much save give Alastor some targets to "punish" down the line.
Safe to say panic was rising in Pentagram city.
Now, naïve though she was the Princess was quick to act; offering Sanctuary in the Hotel to any sinner or Overlord willing to accept the offer. Granted the no strings attached side of things had irked Vox on principle but, he was hardly in the position to argue when he was already a "guest". Sure, his ego howled like a rabid dog but, a cynical part of him surmised Alastor would not waste the effort to gut him now.
To the Radio Demon he was a bug not worth the energy to swat.
Still, when the likes of Maestro and Zeezi had arrived he figured it best to keep his head down; if only to nurse his wounded ego. He could take some amusement in the fact that Charlie was trying to resist the urge to "redeem" her new high powered guests the moment they arrived. Her little "partner" having to shake her silly to get her focussed on the task at hand; the sour former exorcist did have a point about one thing.
Just because Alastor was keeping his distance it did not mean they had to broadcast they were hiding his targets.
Not to say Alastor would not come for them someday but, only a fool would draw his ire by slathering themselves in metaphorical stake sauce.
Or run to his location at the announcement of a new "guest" for his latest show.
.....
Honestly, he was not sure what got into his head; maybe spending time around the hotel's little idiots was rubbing off on him or, the mangey cat was right and he did have a secret death wish. Or, perhaps, despite what Alastor had preached and his own ego denied that, perhaps, deep down, in the sludge that passed for his soul there was some small speck of... something that cared and worried for the other Vees. That despite him going off the deep end with the cannon and them all but disowning him from their partnership he was still running into danger for them.
Well Velvette in this case.... he was not keen to be in the same room as Val right now.
Still, in this case he was glad that Alastor was such an arrogant prick; it was ironic that with this alien feeling of concern dousing his anger at Alastor his brain was thinking logically on matters. Or more specifically hit on an idea that might have had him laugh had he not been trying to keep a low profile has he made his way to the location in question.
Vee Tower.
.....
Sure enough Alastor was there and, so was a strung up Velvette.
Give her some credit she was holding up like a champ; spitting insults at the Radio Demon and trying to bite at the little imps crawling over her body. The Radio Demon could not engage in his usual "habbits" when it came to Velvette; one of the perks of being a Doll Demon meant her flesh was not exactly going to be a cannibal's go to meal. So, he had loosed his little minions on the strung up Overlord.
They would not make it quick but, unlike actual imps theses creatures were dumb as rocks
So, a well aimed pebble in the back of one had the collective soon in a squabble and, more importantly off Velvette.
That had been the easy part.
......
Before he had power, now that strength was practically zero.
Sure, he still had his soul contracts but, without the approval ratings he was like a man fumbling in the dark trying to find the key to the gun safe. Embarrassing at best and, at worst dangerous when the intruder was the slathering beast that is the Radio Demon.
Still, power or not his hands were quick and, Alastor had gone old school with the restraints; tieing Velvet up with thick rope as if she were an animal to be gutted. Also, despite their current issues, Vevett had the good sense to stay quite while he cute at the rope with his claws; unbinding her wrists and ankles. He might even have been ready to bite at them with his teeth if need be but, thankfully he found a better target for his jaws.
Even if it were an unexpected one.
.....
"You know of all the crazy shit you've pulled Vox, and believe me I have kept a list I did not think you would actually start acting like a shark" she was scrolling her phone, having long given up trying to get past the bulk of Shock Wav; instead content to glare daggers at the banged up sinner. "Well, ill admit I was not exactly thinking ahead when Alastor spotted us" indeed all he had been thinking of was keeping the prick's attention on him.
To give Velvet the chance to escape.
"No access to your powers, your body's a retro piece of crap and yet you pulled a stunt like that!" the other demon winced has he moved in the cocoon of pillows and blankets that made up the space between him and his guard. Yes he was a fool and an idiot; he really did not need to be reminded of....
"I mean seriously Vox, biting the Radio Demon.... fucker's not going to forget that anytime soon"
Well certainly not if Velvet was posting it all over the place.
Still future pain was worth a little victory to savour in the moment.
End