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“Come on, Angel, what are you waiting for? Finish the job.” Vox croaked, his speakers wrecked, words tumbling out in a glitchy incoherent mess.
“…What?” Angel huffed breathlessly.
“There's an exorcist blade over there. In the drawer. Go get it.”
The spider glanced over at a desk drawer in the far corner and then back at Vox. “What shit are you tryna to pull? Is this to get sympathy points from Val because the big bad Angel Dust knocked you around?”
“That would be a neat trick. But no.” The TV Demon replied, sprinkling in a halfhearted chuckle. “Don't you want revenge, Angel? After what happened at the motel? After I used you as a spy?” He rattled off several reasons why he should follow through. “You already have blood on your hands, what's one more life? You're never going to heaven, why not make hell a little more bearable?”
Or: Vox attempts suicide again by manipulating Angel Dust behind Valentino's back.