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Vox laughed menacingly as he cornered Alastor in a dumpy alleyway.
The script had been flipped.
It was Alastor in his mercy now.
The rabid overlord's big fluffy red deer ears were pulled back, and his lips were bared in a snarl.
But he still managed to keep that blasted smile on his face.
Vox would do anything to wipe that grin out.
He summoned an orb of electricity, drawing on Velvette's and Valentino's reserves as well. His heart pounded against his artificial veins as he made it bigger,
stronger,
deadlier,
better,
brighter.
Then, at its peak, he stopped.
"You can't bring yourself to do it, can you, my dear?" Alastor's filtered voice drawled.
Vox's eyes twitched. "I... I can! Look at this! One zap will..."
Alastor stood up, his hips swaying sultrily, deliberately, Vox realised, trying to keep himself from melting into a puddle of short-circuited metal. His eyes were lowered seductively, his voice coming up as a sultry purr.
"Stop this nonsense, my darling Picturebox, and I will... hmm... I don't know... offer you a deal."
Vox's orb of power vanished immediately.
His expression froze.
"What did you say? I mean... tell me more about this deal."
He crossed his arms, trying to look serious but instead appearing more like a sulky puppy.
Alastor's smile widened. "All you need to do is swear never to hurt my friends and I, and I will spend, I daresay, a very active night in your bedroom..."
Vox short-circuited. Really? Alastor the untouchable, unreachable, one of the most desired beings in Hell, who had rejected him oh-so-many years ago, was asking to be **ked??? By Vox? Oh, he must be in Heaven right now.
”Really? And I can do ANYTHING I want to you?”
Alastor paused. “Yes.” He answered with great difficulty.
"Fuck yeah!" Vox exclaimed.
Alastor's grin sharpened into something predatory. "It's a deal."
His eyes turned into radio dials as green smoke swirled around them, merging with Vox's blue electricity.