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Alastor:
It was a normal day inside the Hazbin hotel. After Vox's defeat, everything had returned to the precious normality that Princess Morningstar loved so much, but deep down he felt disgusted by it all. He hated the idea of staying in a place where he had been forced to remain confined. He couldn't blame Rosie for having her own interests, but he truly hated the idea of that hotel with every breath of his existence. There was only one chance to get to the top, and that was in life. There was no other possibility. And suddenly, just because one sinner did it, it meant that everyone could. That idea seemed absolutely ridiculous to him. It was just an isolated case, and even if that redemption existed, he wouldn't do it. That wasn't his way. He had had his goals set for a long time, and life on earth had given him a bucket of cold water that could never be removed, given how rotten everything was. He needed more power to achieve his goals, and he would get it.
While he carefully arranged his shiny red tailor-made suit, surely that color to camouflage the blood and match the rest of the suit, with red pinstripes and touches of white and black, demonstrating a classic character, just as he would have liked to dress in life if it weren't for the economic limitations that had prevented him from dressing like that for years, Once he was fully dressed and ready to leave his room, he opened the door and put on his characteristic mask of happiness, even though the idea of this hotel in itself made him feel nauseous. As he walked through the corridors, the radios adapted to his change in gait and his senses. Fortunately, he had long since mastered this ability to remain calm. The radios began to play calm jazz as he passed by, something that touched Alastor's soul. If there was one thing he loved about this rotten place, it was good jazz that touched the heart, the only thing that could bring a smile to his face in this place. As he wandered through his thoughts, he didn't realize that he was already on the ground floor.
There was it Charlie with a large group of sinners who wanted to check into the hotel. He turned off the slight static around him and went to greet them in his usual manner, camouflaging himself in the shadows and appearing suddenly, causing a few scares among the crowd, although it seemed that they had all suffered a mini heart attack when they saw who it was. But the princess didn't flinch at all and spoke in a reproachful tone.
"Alastor, you can't scare the new residents like that. We've talked about this several times," she said, trying to remain friendly but clearly showing signs of anger.
"Calm down, princess. I just came by to say hello. What's bothering you so much?" he said, while Alastor thought to himself who she thought she was, the princess of hell, but he wasn't going to put up with being talked down to by someone older than him, much less someone who was much older than him, but he continued to be driven by impulsive decisions. Seriously, who would think of inviting Vox into their own home?
"Yes, but you can't just show up like that in front of souls who are trying to take their first steps here. We all need motivation and support if we want to move forward."
Those last words caused an exaggerated amount of static in the air. An idea came to his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it came. Where was his support when he was trapped with Vox? Angel Dust was sent on a rescue mission, but he was left stranded as if he were nothing. If there was one thing that really angered Alastor, it was the two-facedness and lack of loyalty to his own ideology. That was yet another thing that added fuel to the fire of contempt he felt for this place. But if there was one thing that hurt him more, it was having to swallow his pride and bow down because at that moment he couldn't do anything yet...
"Oh, I'm sorry, Charlie, but tell me how I can help today, if it's not too much to ask of this poor servant," said Alastor in a sarcastic tone. Luckily, she seemed to take the static in stride, and Alastor didn't even know what it meant, so for now, everything was fine.
"I don't have time for this right now, Alastor, so you should go see Vaggi, who is now in charge of that part. I think she has a sheet with all the tasks we all have to do." Alastor shuddered at the mere thought of having to think about that woman. The whole hotel made him uncomfortable, it was true, but if there was anyone who drove him crazy, it was that fallen angel. He was honestly considering putting her on the same level as Susan on his list of people he hated. The only thing she had done was reproach him and suspect him. Of course, he had ulterior motives, but that didn't change the fact that he would make herstay more pleasant and more hateful.
"Well, I'll go see your dear colleague. See you later." As soon as he left, the room seemed to breathe again, and the others continued with the tour.
Alastor reluctantly went to the reception desk where Vaggi was, so, determined not to be the only one who would suffer in this interaction, he snorted and began to speak.
"Hello, Miss Vagatha, I would love to know what tasks I have to perform today."
"Fuck you, Alastor. I'd really appreciate it if you used my fucking name, you creepy two faced bastard," said Vaggi, her voice filled with exhaustion and anger.
"Come on, dear, believe me, I don't want to have to put up with this for another second either, but I have to because the little princess sent me here, so I have to do it today. Please, just tell me quickly."
Vaggie stretched her arm forward, grabbing a note and leaving it on the reception desk, where Alastor quickly grabbed it.
"I'm glad we can finally understand each other, Miss Vagatha," Alastor finally said before disappearing into the shadows toward a room on one of the upper floors.
He would start reading what he had to do, although frankly it seemed ridiculous to him. It was just a couple of things that some undesirable guests had broken. It didn't really matter to him that much; he just had to call some shadows to repair it. Although it was tedious, he was simply wondering how much longer he would be a dog. But to his surprise, his shadow, which he had left in Tower V to spy, realized that Vox, although he had certain comforts, was more of a prisoner of his partners, transformed into just an ordinary television. So when it came to him showing an illustration of Vox hanging from the ceiling, Alastor found it very funny, but sooner rather than later he realized the opportunity he had at hand. He really hated Vox, but he could tolerate Vincent and knew that if anyone could help him get out of this loop of subordination, it was him. He had some ingenuity, something that would serve him well, and he was still a strong overlord despite all the whitewashing that the Vees had done to his image together and having too many weapons under his power. If he wanted to be free and take over hell, he needed Vox. He could have done it a few weeks ago, but apparently greed broke the bag. once the shadow stopped casting, Alastor's eyes turned dial-like, though clear enough to be purely red. "Apparently our program was canceled mid-production, but luckily for us, they gave us a most unexpected collaboration in exchange. It will undoubtedly be a hit, and I will be proud to be the host," he said as he faded into the shadows.
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Half an hour earlier Vox:
After everything he had done for Hell, he had almost become a god, but the little princess always had to be there to screw him and his plans over. He couldn't explain the hatred he felt for her, and also for Alastor. What hurt him most was that deep down he knew he only wanted her approval. Obviously, he also wanted to be able to rise through the ranks with his deal, but it wasn't just that. He felt a deep admiration for Alastor for his planning and less impulsive attitude, but from then on, everything was a roller coaster ride.
His relationship with Alastor broke down, he found new partners, and everything was going well until he fell. Now he was a prisoner in his own tower, transformed into a living iPad with no voice or vote, hidden from society and erased from the map of the overlords. What fate for a media god to be forgotten? It was pathetic, really. He began to recap what happened after he lost and everyone started singing his song about the power of friendship and colors. Valentino and Velvet were really angry with him.
"Okay, can you explain to us why you were ABOUT TO SEND THE WHOLE WORLD TO HELL BECAUSE OF YOUR OBSESSION WITH THE FUCKING VENAO?" Vox simply didn't respond . He realized he had really screwed up when Val brought out his natural
accent, and making a joke about it would only cause them to tear him apart. Since then, he had been here with almost no attention from another sinner or anyone else. Alone, he thought that perhaps he would soon fall into madness because of how lonely that place felt, a prison, a punishment for him, dying out of the public eye, a double hell for him. He really hated it, but he was no longer anyone to decide his fate. The only good thing he had were the cameras in the tower, which allowed him to see other people but not act directly. His body had been destroyed by the circuits, and Val and Vel had no intention of repairing it. They believed he needed a reprimand. "Ha, stupid, as if he were a little kid." He tried to find something to entertain himself, to look at, and... wait a minute, isn't that Alastor's shadow? Ha! Yeah, right, as if that were going to happen.
He must be delirious. In the end, Val will be right, and I'll be obsessed with that damn deer and its validation. It was better to wait and see if Val or Vel would come to their senses at some point. "Maybe I can get out and hopefully be a team again, or if not... who am I kidding, I'm going to be here indefinitely." Honestly, I think I'm already being treated too well with Val not taking advantage of me. A mini electric shock resonated through the Vox cables as he thought about what that meant, and it scared him even more to know that he couldn't do anything because, on top of that, his power had been weakened. He was no longer the second strongest sinner behind Alastor, not even that. Now there were more people who surpassed him in power, and Valentino was one of them. Not to mention the lack of a way to engage in physical combat without a body. now that he really thought about it, that idea scared him too much, and he didn't want to, so he would pretend to be normal in order to disguise his intentions and...
Suddenly, he was interrupted by the mysterious entrance of a shadow with green fire suddenly coming out in a spiral, where the figure of a deer leaning against the wall suddenly appeared, calmly playing with his cane with his hands. It was a very arrogant entrance, but not at all discreet. He was surprised that the smoke detectors did not go off.
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Alastor/Vox:
After appearing in the room, the silence between the two individuals faded away. It was as if they were about to dance a dance known to them as the finest waltz, simply with gestures and words. However, it was Alastor who, with a perceptive smile, took the initiative first.
"Well, I'd say it's nice to see you, but we both know I'd be lying," said Alastor in a mocking voice, almost laughing when he saw Vox like that.
"Fuck you, Al. Go back to your little friend, the Disney princess, and her hotel of losers," said Vox with controlled fury in his voice. He really hated having to have this conversation, and he hated even more having to do so from a position of submission.
"Actually, I've come to talk to you and do business with you, since I can see you're in a bit of a bind." When he said the last part, his smile widened, revealing a smile that I could swear was almost genuine.
"HA! DO BUSINESS WITH YOU? WITH YOU! LISTEN TO ME GOOD, YOU DAMN TOOTH! I WILL NOT ACCEPT ANY PROPOSAL FROM THE LITTLE PRINCESS'S GROUP, AND I WILL CERTAINLY NOT ACCEPT THAT HER DOG IS THE ONE WHO COMES TO NEGOTIATE WITH ME," said Vox, unleashing all the hatred he had inside him against the hotel and Alastor.
Immediately, the sound systems in the room began to crackle with static emitted by Alastor. After that comment, an X began to form on his forehead, along with many green threads all over his body, and with a voice from beyond the grave, he said, "I am no one's dog, and I will certainly not allow a mere head to come and mock me," he said, quickly changing his voice back to his normal filter. "I come here to make a deal with you, and believe me, it hurts the little princess theater kid."
"What? Why now? What changed? From now and that time when you lost what little dignity you had left to help her?" he said with sincere confusion on his face.
"Well, let's just say, my friend, that I was there because I had to be, but now that I'm in, I want to take a souvenir with me before I leave, if you know what I mean," he said, winking and smiling at her.
"Forced? Well, whatever. You better not have wasted my time. Tell me what you propose."
Alastor laughed at the first part of his comment. "Obviously, because you were too busy crying about your life, what you could have had and didn't."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Well, since you don't want me to bother you anymore, I'll get straight to the point. You will help me take over Lucifer's throne, and I will give you back your status and your body."
"But Lucifer can't harm sinners. What's the problem with that?" asked Vox curiously.
"Well, you see, maybe he can't, but I'm sure that this time the princess will attack me, and they'll want to nip the problem in the bud. I also think that heaven will come to their aid, and honestly, you're the only mind that's really useful in this situation."
Vox was surprised by Alastor's compliment. "Are you serious?" he said quietly.
"Of course, Vox. I'm willing to work as a team again if that will give me what I want."
"Can I really trust you, or will there be tricks, word games, or those creepy things of yours?"
"Unfortunately, this time it's not in my best interest to use word games. I don't need the little princess to find out about this and lose my chance. And you must be eager to have a body again and be an important figure once more, right?" Alastor said in a tempting voice as shadows transformed into a pentagram and began to be enveloped within Alastor's shadow, just as a snake does with its prey.
"Okay, I accept, but on the condition that you keep a pact where you don't screw me over again, at least for the next 10 years, because I don't feel like putting up with you."
Alastor said in a somewhat suspicious voice, "For both sides, right? I'm not going to fall for tricks that I invented myself."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm not as grammar-freaky as you are to do that kind of thing, and you should know that well."
Alastor looked at him with a smile on his face, "Then..." Lights emerged from nowhere and strange symbols began to surround them, along with a change in the distortion of the air. The smell of sulfur intensified, smelling stronger than usual. It was surely some trick of Alastor's, but what he couldn't deny was that the air could be cut with scissors and was incredibly heavier than usual. "Do we have a deal?" At that precise moment, Alastor's hand lit up with an intense light as it caught fire in a light green tone where small tormented beings could be seen inside his hand.
"Deal," he said as a small wave of electricity in the shape of a hand touched Alastor's hand, immediately merging the energies and engulfing the entire room in a whirlwind of fire and electricity. When it was over, Alastor said without thinking twice, "Well, where exactly is your body?"
"It must be in our main warehouse in my section of objects or Valentino's. I don't think Velvet would want to have a body among all her fashion items."
As he said that, Alastor grabbed him as if he were a painting, and they began to dive into the shadows. Honestly, he had always been curious about how it felt to be transported through Alastor's shadow. It was a sensation that could only be described as the loss of all senses. They finally arrived at the place where Vox's body was. Apparently, he could see through it while he was a shadow. "Okay, I guess by repairing it and giving it to you, my part will be paid off, right?"
"Yes, that would be it," said Vox, his voice almost reaching happiness at finally regaining his body, although now he wondered how he would fix it when he barely knew anything about radios. The doubt gnawing at him, he asked, "Hey, how do you fix it?"
Alastor lo miró con sarcasmo. "No seré yo quien lo arregle. Será una de mis sombras, creada por mí. Y hay otras sombras que son almas que se sometieron a mí voluntariamente, y puedo invocarlas. Seguro que hay alguien que sepa de mecánica". Miró rápidamente a los lados para asegurarse de que nadie los hubiera visto. "Bueno, creo que es hora de salir de aquí. Los llevaré a un almacén abandonado donde podremos empezar a planear mi parte", dijo mientras se adentraban de nuevo en las sombras.
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Vox:
After arriving at the warehouse, Alastor summoned a shadow that began to work on Vox's body.
Vox thought about how to approach this. "Well, how are we going to defeat the princess and her heavenly friends?"
"That will be easier than it seems, my friend. We have to see how much heaven is willing to risk for these land, and how much it obviously cares."
"But we have nothing but your souls and mine against the entire heavenly host. How will we do it?"
"By having a weapon strong and traumatic enough for them that heaven wouldn't even think of touching this rotten earth." Alastor's voice became more demonic as his eyes turned into dials and he looked at his shadow, which had transformed into the cannon he had made to take over heaven. "Maybe it wasn't the wrong way, but the wrong technique..." Vox instantly understood what he wanted to do.