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You strutted down the long, narrow walkway in the surveillance room as if it were a catwalk. Vox sat hunched over his desk, typing rapidly as text appeared on the middle screen. His other monitors displayed various demons using his products. Over the last few months, he got so distracted with you and your brand that he fell behind on all his other projects. You, however, still demanded his attention.
“Busy as usual, boss-man?”
Vox recognized your flirty voice and swiveled his chair around. He found you wearing a half-smirk with a hand on your hip.
“What are you doing here? It’s your day off.”
“Not happy to see me?”
“You reaaally shouldn’t be here when you’re not working.”
“Uhh, why not?”
“Uhhh, because it doesn’t fucking look good.”
You put your arm down, losing your smirk. Vox didn't mean to be hurtful. Keeping you happy was the secret to your shared success.
“Alright— Come here.”
Vox extended his arm, making your smirk return. You took his hand, and he pulled you into his lap. Then, he swiveled back around with you to continue his work. When you got bored, you ran your finger down the side of his screen. He stopped typing and softly chuckled while trying to exercise some self-control.
“Heh. Babe— Please— You know I love fucking you, but I gotta get this done. Just sit on my lap and be a good girl.”
You pouted as he resumed typing and started playing with his bowtie. He tried to ignore you until you dragged your finger down the middle of his chest. A claw grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop.
“You’re being a fucking brat— You know that?”
“I’m sooo boreeed,” you whined.
“Then get on your fucking knees and make yourself useful.”
You perked up with excitement, and Vox released your wrist. Sliding off his lap, you got on your knees between his legs. He pulled down his zipper and freed himself to reveal he was already half-hard. You stroked him while he leaned back in his chair with a relieved sigh. The various screens changed to you pleasuring him, and he grinned while drooling the digital blood. You licked up his shaft and then looked up at him with a smirk. He glanced down at you and then refocused on the screens. You took him into your mouth and bobbed your head as he clutched the armrests of his chair.
“FUUUCK YES!”
Vox and his screens sparked with electricity as your tongue tingled from the small shocks. He moaned and continued to watch you work him over. Suddenly, an incoming call appeared on his face. You stopped and sat back on your knees as he transferred the call to the main screen with an annoyed groan.
“SOMEONE or SOMETHING better be on fucking fire.”
“Sir,” Vox’s assistant said. “I have an update for you regarding the development of the Angelic Security System.”
“Well, let’s hear it then.”
Vox’s assistant began to speak as you took his cock back into your mouth. His eyes widened, and he sparked with electricity. He grabbed your hair to keep you from moving and making it obvious.
“Sir— Are you okay?” His assistant asked.
“You know what— I’ll call you back. I gotta take care of something else first.”
Vox ended the call quickly and roughly pulled you off of himself. He looked down at you with a spiral in his left eye.
“You greedy little attention whore! You just couldn’t wait for me to finish the fucking call, could you!?”
You smirked, proud of yourself for stealing his attention. A part of him was annoyed with your bratty behavior, and the other part of him found it hot.
“Fucking finish what you started then.”
Vox pushed your head forward, and you eagerly took his cock back into your mouth. The screens displayed you again while he sat back and watched. He grinned and pulled your hair while your tongue received stronger shocks. The lights and screens flickered as he neared his orgasm. Taking him to the back of your throat was all he needed. He threw his monitor head back with a loud curse and the power went out. You swallowed and a few seconds later the power came back on. Vox relaxed in his chair and watched you give his tip one last lick before getting up. It was time to get back to work. He put himself away and zipped up his pants while you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.
“I’ll be at the club with the hoes if you need me.”
“Behave.”
“Heh. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna suck anyone else’s dick.”
You walked off, and he swiveled around in his chair. Recently, you started partying and drinking more, enjoying your fame to the absolute fullest.
“I meant don’t get shit-faced. Your image is important.”
Vox was constantly reminding you of how important your public image was. As the new face of his company, you needed to be perfection. You stopped and turned halfway around to look at him.
“Heh. You work too hard and worry too much. I thought you’d be more relaxed after that. Or is once not enough?”
You winked, and Vox turned back around to face his screens. He wouldn’t get any work done if you had it your way.
“Go have fun and get out of here.”
You stood on the elevator platform and ascended out of the surveillance room. Vox continued his work with a self-satisfied smirk. You were exhausting, but you were damn good at pleasuring him.
In the nightclub Brimstone Beat, you sat in a booth with a few girls from the porn studio, laughing and drinking. You considered them beneath you, but they were pretty enough to hang with you. They also knew how to have a good time. Angel Dust walked in while one of your songs played throughout the club. You threw up your hand and waved, holding your martini in your other hand.
“Angel!” you yelled. “Angel Dust over here!”
He saw you waving and had half a mind to turn around and just leave. You invited him to hang out with you and the girls at the club. Angel Dust had the reputation of being a hard partier, though lately, he had been doing a lot less of that. You were both familiar with each other's work, but you didn't know each other personally. Angel strutted toward your table and slipped back into the partier persona he relied on in social settings.
“Hey there, hot stuff. How’s it goin’?”
“Here, come sit with me. The rest of you bitches, get out!”
You pushed all the other girls out of the booth and shooed them away. Angel Dust got into the booth, and you summoned a waitress over.
“I’ll have another martini, and Angel will have the same. Make it fast. Go, go, go.”
You shooed the waitress away, leaned back against the cushioned booth, and raised your martini. Angel leaned forward with his first pair of arms on the table and glanced at you in the corner of his eye.
“I’ve had like— four of these already!”
You laughed loudly, obnoxiously. Angel Dust looked forward at the club scene while listening to you laugh. It all felt uncomfortably familiar.
“You’re ridin’ high, ain’t ya?”
His voice was flat, missing the playfulness it usually had. You threw back your head to finish your martini and then crossed one leg over the other.
“Uh— Yeah! I’m fucking everywhere! I’m everything! #LivingMyBestLife!”
You laughed again as Angel Dust remembered a time when he felt he was on top of the world. The waitress brought the two martinis to the table, and you gave her the empty one. Angel took a sip of his martini and continued to look straight ahead.
“Congratulations on bein’ a golden goose for Big Daddy,” he said, sarcastically.
“Uhhh… What the fuck does that mean?”
“A cash cow. A money maker, honey.”
Angel Dust looked directly at you while rubbing his gloved fingers against his thumb. You chuckled softly into your martini glass and took a sip.
“Heh. You sound jealous.”
Angel Dust’s eyes widened and then narrowed. He was the furthest thing from jealous. If you only knew he wanted to leave this hell and never look back, but that was impossible because of his contract.
“Jealous? Of what? You?”
“I’m younger, hotter, and I make more money than you do without taking off my clothes.”
“You know what— Go fuck yourself. I ain’t doin’ this.”
Angel Dust stood up and walked off, leaving his drink behind. You did not like that he turned his back on you and told you to go fuck yourself. You followed him out of the club and stood on the sidewalk with your arms folded as he marched down the street.
“You’re just mad that I took your place as the face of The Vees! You jealous whore!”
Angel Dust stopped and clenched all four fists as you smirked. He turned around sharply and began walking toward you in rhythm with an aggressive pop beat.
“♪ You think you’re real hot shit
But I got news for you, bitch!
The Vees only love ya
As long as you’re makin’ that sweet dough
Take it from me, I should know
And I ain’t competin’
But anything you can do, I can too
So I ain’t jealous of you ♪”
Angel Dust poked the red heart on your chest with a gloved finger while staring you down. You smacked his hand away and then spun around before putting your hands on your hips. You bopped your head to the beat while swinging your hips, which made the skirt of your dress bounce.
“♪ Ha! Don’t make me laugh!
You think you can do what I do?
I’m surprised anyone still watches you
Washed up, coked up whore
I’m at the top of my game
You’re at the bottom of yours!
I’m the future, the favorite of V
No wonder you’re jealous of me ♪”
Angel Dust clenched his second pair of hands and threw the first pair open. You continued to bop your head while swaying your hips to the beat.
“♪ You still ain’t listenin’!
You’ve been dead what? A year?
Bitch, you just got here!
Quit runnin’ your mouth
I know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
I’m tellin’ ya it’s true
So I ain’t jealous of you ♪”
Angel Dust pointed a finger at your face, and you stopped bopping your head. You turned around and dismissively walked down the street in rhythm with the beat.
“♪ I’m not listening to a cocksucking ho
You’re a hard no
Famous for lying on your back
I could do that in my sleep
You’re so fucking cheap ♪”
Angel Dust took a deep breath and brushed his hair back with his gloved hands. You continued walking away, thinking you won the song fight.
“♪ Yeah, I’m a ho, so what?
Don’t act like you ain’t one, too
I know how you got famous
Ya did it by being shameless
Sellin’ your soul
Gettin’ down on your knees
Doin’ what you gotta do
So I ain’t jealous of you ♪”
You whipped around and scowled at Angel Dust, who put his second pair of hands on his hips. Your eyes glowed red as you marched down the street in rhythm with the beat.
“♪ It took a million cocks
To take you to the top
It took me one! ♪”
You held up your index finger in front of your face. Angel Dust continued to look down at you with some satisfaction over pissing you off.
“♪ Still makes ya a ho
Gettin’ rich from a blow
A handjob, a fuck
And I ain’t judgin’
But don’t go thinkin’
You’re better than me
Cuz’ you ain’t
You’re just new
So I ain’t jealous of you ♪”
Angel Dust began to walk away dismissively with one hand on his hip while you were seething. You clutched your fists, and your voice became deep and demonic.
“♪ (spoken) You motherfucking hazbin whore! ♪”
Angel Dust turned around to show off his dance skills. He bent down and then snapped up with his upper arms in the air. You copied the dance move as he rolled back his arms in rhythm with the beat. The dance battle began to attract demons toward the two of you. They took out their phones to record it. Now that you had an audience, Angel added more steps to his dance and then went down into a split. You went down into a split as he came back up quickly and spun around. You desperately tried to keep up with him. Between the two of you, he was the better dancer. Angel then walked toward you with all four arms thrown open.
“♪ Bitch, is that the best ya got?
You ain’t so hot
You ain’t ready for show business, baby
I could do this all day
So, say what you wanna say
But if you’re gonna talk shit
You’re gonna take it too
Cuz’ I ain’t jealous of you ♪”
Angel Dust poked the red heart on your dress for the second time, and you snapped. The music stopped as you lunged at the taller demon. He rolled with you on the dirty sidewalk and held you down with his second pair of arms while your fingers interlocked with his gloved fingers. You cursed at him in a demonic voice as the demons continued to record the fight. Vox watched the fight on his screens from multiple perspectives with a horrified expression. In just a few seconds, all of his hard work was flushed down the toilet. And to make matters worse, you were fighting with Angel Dust, of all people. Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench from the 666 News appeared on the middle screen.
“Breaking news. Porn Star, Angel Dust, and Pop Star Y/N were seen fighting outside Brimstone Beat in what appeared to be a bitch-off gone bad!”
You and Angel continued to fight as the news aired it live. Vox threw his monitor head back and clutched the top of it.
“FUCK!”
He sparked with electricity and glitched to the rainbow static screen. A call from Valentino appeared on his middle screen, and he slumped in his chair.
“Fuck.”
Vox accepted the call and took the brunt of Valentino’s anger. Normally, he couldn’t give a fuck who Angel Dust fought, but since it was you, things got messy. Vitter started taking sides and bashing you both, creating a divide between your brands. Valentino was annoyed with how protective Vox was over you. He thought he needed to teach you a lesson. Not only was slapping you around not his style, but it wouldn’t help the situation. Vox was calmer by the time you got to V Tower. When he saw you, he ordered you to clean up and change. As you sat on the edge of your bed, Vox stood before you with his hands pressed together, pointed directly at you.
“Sweetheart,” he said calmly. “You represent VoxTek. You represent me. Do you think fighting with whores outside of nightclubs half-drunk makes me look good?”
“No…”
“RIGHT! So don’t fucking do it.”
Vox gave you a stern look as you folded your arms and averted your gaze. You heard him, but you were still seething over your fight with Angel Dust. Not only did he beat you through song, but he overpowered you physically as well. He had four arms; you had two, not fair.
“I want that whore fired.”
“Yeahhh…. That’s ne-ever going to fucking happen.”
You looked up at Vox as he let out a sarcastic, breathless chuckle. He then firmly grabbed your shoulders while looking down at you.
“Listen, if you start beefing with fucking Angel Dust, then Val is going to get involved, and if Val gets involved, then I’m going to get involved, and us fighting would be bad for FUCKING EVERYBODY!”
You saw some fear and panic in his digital red eyes. There was a lot you didn’t know about the relationship between the two Overlords. Vox looked down and took a breath before meeting your gaze again.
“I’ll handle everything, okay?” He said in a softer, reassuring tone. “Just stay off of social media and stay the fuck away from fucking Angel Dust.”
Vox released you and then stepped back before traveling through your television. You were confident that Vox would handle things like he said, but you were still angry over the whole thing. Lying on your bed with your head against the pillow, you went on your phone. You couldn’t resist going on Vitter and saw all the mean, horrible, nasty comments mocking you. Angel Dust also had some terrible things said about him, but you could only focus on the ones directed toward you. The more you scrolled, the angrier you got. You threw your Vphone, cracking the screen, then stormed out of the room and slammed the door.
Velvette sat on a purple couch on her phone, typing with her thumbs as Vox calmly walked into the room. She continued to ignore him as he stood in front of her and looked down at her.
“Velvette, I need you to do damage control on social media.”
“Well, I don’t know, Vox. I’m pretty busy with my own shit.”
Velvette still didn’t look up and continued to type. Vox sparked with electricity and threw both of his arms out.
“Velvette! This is a f-f-fucking disaster! She’s o-out of c-control! Val is pissed! And I have so much fucking shit to do!”
Velvette finally looked up at Vox, who was buffering from how angry he was. She cocked her head to the side and made her wrist go limp while holding her phone.
“Alright, quit glitching out and repeat after me. Velvette, you were right.”
“Seriously? What are you? Five?”
“I’ll help you if you repeat after me.”
Vox looked down at the younger Overlord, smirking up at him. There were just some things only she could do, and she knew that. He put a hand on his hip and swallowed his pride.
“Velvette… You were right…”
“Velvette, you’re the fucking best.”
“Velvette… You’re the fucking best…”
“Velvette, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“You’re fucking pushing it…”
“Say it, or you’re on your own, Vox.”
The Radio Demon once said Vox would be powerless without the other Vees. There was some truth to that, even if Vox acted as if it were ridiculous. The Vees needed each other to be successful.
“Velvette… I don’t know what I would do… Without you…”
Velvette smiled went back on her phone. She began to type quickly as Vox looked down at her, annoyed.
“Heh. Consider it done, darling.”
Vox sighed with relief and then walked out of the room. At least things between them were more or less back to normal. The situation would be handled swiftly with the two of them as a duo again.
Meanwhile, in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie ran to the door when she heard a knock, excited for a new guest. Her girlfriend, Vaggie, followed closely behind and told her she’d open the door. Before she got the chance, you threw it open with your eyes glowing red just like before.
“Where is he!?” You yelled.
“Um… Who..?” Charlie asked.
“Fucking Angel Dust!”
You marched into the hotel with Charlie and Vaggie following closely behind. Vaggie, who was without her spear, grabbed your shoulder to stop you.
"Uh— Excuse me, you can’t just come in here and—”
“There he is! Angel!”
You pointed a finger at Angel Dust, sitting at the bar with Husk behind the counter. He recognized your voice and sighed before looking over his shoulder at you.
“You fuckin’ stalkin’ me now, ho?”
You clutched your fists as Angel Dust turned back around. He sipped the amber liquid with a few ice cubes in his glass.
“Keep that crazy bitch away from me.”
You ripped your shoulder from Vaggie’s grasp and continued toward the bar. Niffty ran in front of you and put her hands on her hips with her legs spread out. You attempted to go to the left, but she ran to the left, then you tried to go to the right, and she ran to the right. She looked at you while panting with her tongue out like a crazed animal.
“Angel!”
Angel Dust turned all the way around with his drink in hand as you kept trying to get around Niffty. She zipped to where you went, causing you to become increasingly frustrated.
“Haha! Dance, bitch!”
Angel Dust raised his glass before throwing his head back to drink the rest of it. You clutched your fists, emitting a small amount of demonic energy.
“Eggies!” Sir Pentious yelled. “Assume the protective formation!”
“You got it, boss!” An egg said with a salute.
The Egg Boiz surrounded you to trap you in one place. As you moved, they moved and kept a tight circle around you. Angel Dust turned around to face Husk as you kicked an egg, making him fly. Sir Pentious shrieked, but the egg got back up and returned to its place in the formation. Husk grabbed the bottle on the counter and refilled Angel Dust’s glass.
“So what’d you say to piss her off so much?” Husk asked.
“Eh, I just told her the truth.”
Angel Dust shrugged, and Husk hummed with a nod and a faint smile, proud. Angel grabbed his glass and tipped it to Husk with a soft nod. Charlie approached the bar with Vaggie behind her as you fought off the Egg Boiz.
“Angel, I think you should hear her out,” Charlie said, optimistic. “Maybe… She’s here to apologize!”
“Fuck no!” You yelled.
“Or… Maybe not…”
Charlie rubbed her arm and looked to the side, disappointed in your inability to see the error of your ways. You finally gave up on trying to get to Angel Dust and pointed your finger at him again.
“Angel Dust! You’re done! I’m gonna get you fucking fired!”
Angel Dust threw his head back with a big laugh as if you just told a hilarious, sick joke. He then turned halfway around to face you.
“You wanna get me fired? Bitch, I wish you would!”
The demonic energy you were emitting dissipated, your eyes returned to normal, and you unclenched your fists. That wasn’t the reaction you were expecting. You thought Angel Dust would fear getting fired and losing his fame. He turned back around while you stood in place, unsure how to respond. The Egg Boiz disbanded their formation, and a shadowy silhouette of Alastor snuck up behind you. He physically manifested, and you turned around to find him smiling as usual.
“You!”
“Me!”
The anger you felt returned for an entirely different reason. You were face to face with the enemy of your boss and lover. You pointed up at him while gritting your teeth.
“Vox is twice the Overlord you’ll ever be!”
Alastor chuckled and swatted the air with one hand while the other held his microphone staff. He then patted you on the head like you were a small child.
“Oh, you silly, silly, deluded girl. Even Vox himself doesn’t believe that!”
You pushed his arm away and growled at him with your eyes glowing red. Alastor flitted around the room and then picked a spot to stop. He pushed the end of his microphone staff against the floor and put both hands on top with his arms out straight.
“But I do admire your courage, coming down here to meet face to face while Vox hides behind his screens.”
Alastor expected you to bite the bait, and bite you did. You came to him and pointed up at him again.
“You’re not worth his time!”
“Haha! More delusions!”
You narrowed your eyes and emitted a small amount of demonic energy. Alastor found your attempt to intimate him adorable and incredibly foolish. He twirled his staff before putting it behind his back with both hands.
“Do you know what happens when you strip away all the glitz and glam of one of your musical picture shows? All the makeup, and the costumes, the lights, the effects, the background singers and background dancers?”
You stopped emitting demonic energy, and your eyes stopped glowing as Alastor walked toward you. You started walking backward and felt a much stronger demonic energy coming from him.
“Well, my dear, what you’re left with is a mediocre, annoying, forgettable voice not worth putting on the radio!”
You continued walking backward until you felt your back hit the wall. Alastor towered over you while emitting even more demonic energy. You could hear whispers of tortured souls and see floating symbols. A shadow hunched over his shoulder and gave you a sinister smile.
“If not for all of Vox’s clout, you would not be where you are today. You were designed to be packaged and sold like all his pretty little products. And you so desperately cling to him because you know you are nothing without him! So when he inevitably grows bored and moves on to the next best thing, where will that leave you, hm? I wonder.”
He bent his neck sideways while multiple smiling shadows appeared over you to cage you in. You heard distorted evil laughter as Alastor’s eyes turned to dials. Your eyes were wide, your mouth was half agape, and your knees were weak. It was the first time you felt powerless, helpless, and afraid since your rise to fame.
“Okay, Alastor, that’s enough,” Vaggie said. “You made your point.”
Alastor straightened his neck and spun around to face Vaggie and the rest of his associates. All the shadows, laughter, and evil energy disappeared as soon as he turned around.
“Indeed I did!”
He flitted around again, then stopped and gestured to the entryway with one hand, bending over slightly. You were still horrified by both his words and the overwhelming power he possessed.
“I will kindly ask you to leave the establishment now,” Alastor said politely. "You’re disturbing the guests.”
You blinked several times before silently walking past Alastor as he snapped his neck to the side again. When you attempted to grab the door, he appeared and grabbed it for you.
“Oh please, allow me!”
Alastor opened the door and looked at you as you walked through the threshold. Charlie and Vaggie walked to the door together to watch you leave.
“Oh, and do tell dear old Vox I said, “hello!” ”
You turned around to scowl at Alastor, who then slammed the door in your face. Charlie almost immediately opened the door to make a futile attempt to pitch her hotel to you.
“Wait,” Charlie said. “I know we… got off to a um… rough start— but if you ever want to redeem yourself— You’re still welcome here as long as you say you’re sorry to Angel Dust and um… everyone else.”
You stared at the true Princess of Hell in awe of her stupid kindness. You stormed into her hotel and picked a fight with almost everyone in sight, and yet she still thought you deserved a chance at redemption.
“You think I’d ever hang out with you freaks? Fuck that!”
You held up your middle finger, and Alastor slammed the door in your face for the second time. He walked off toward the bar while humming and holding his staff behind his back with Charlie and Vaggie following him.
“Well, that was mildly entertaining!” Alastor exclaimed.
Charlie looked down with disappointment as Vaggie put a hand on her shoulder. Angel Dust took a sip of his drink, thinking about you. He then put the glass down while looking at the counter.
“The bitch’ll be back,” Angel Dust said. “The fun ain’t gonna last forever an’ she’s gonna learn that the hard way.”
Charlie turned her attention to Angel Dust, hopeful that he was right and that you would return one day. He then stood up and slowly walked up the stairs to his room. Lying on his bed, he held Fat Nuggets above his head with a soft smile.
In V Tower, in your bedroom, you sat on your bed and then fell back with your ego crushed. The words of the Radio Demon replayed in your head over and over like a catchy song. You were enjoying your new fame so much that you didn’t realize it could all be gone in the blink of an eye. You were afraid that Vox would either lose interest or fire you. You were afraid that the public would lose interest. You were afraid that you would end up a nobody, a loser. A hazbin. You put an arm over your eyes while spiraling into despair over your possible bleak future. Vox then traveled through your television and appeared before you in your bedroom.
“Good news, Velvette handled the shit storm on social media while I handled things on my end,” Vox informed you. “Everyone should forget about this little incident by tomorrow morning, and you’ll be right back on top where you belong.”
You said nothing and kept your arm over your eyes. Vox put a hand on his hip and let out a nervous chuckle.
“Uhhh… Sweetheart, is something else wrong? And please say, “no” because I’m at my fucking limit here.”
You removed your arm from your eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Vox would be angry at you, but you had to tell him about Alastor.
“I met the Radio Demon.”
“I’m sorry… What?”
You sat up and looked up at the tall Overlord. He looked down at you, hoping he heard you wrong the first time.
“Alastor, the Radio Demon. I went down to the hotel, and I met him.”
Vox sparked with electricity and grabbed your arms with his monitor close to your face. You didn’t listen to him about keeping away from Angel Dust, and worse than that, you provoked his nemesis.
“First, you’re picking a fight with Angel Dust, and now fucking Alastor!? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND!? He could have killed you!”
“He said one day you’ll get bored of me and move on to the next best thing…”
“And you believed him? Come on! You’re my girl!”
Vox released you and stood back to gesture to you with both hands. You stood up, threw your arms around him, and hid your face in his upper chest. He was initially caught off guard but then affectionately put a claw in your hair.
“But don’t think I forgot you went behind my back,” he said sternly. “If you were anyone else, you would have been fired or worse.”
You pulled back to look up at Vox, who still held the back of your head. He was dead serious.
“We have a contract so you need to trust me and fucking listen to me,” he continued. “Stay away from fucking Angel Dust, stay away from fucking Alastor, and stay away from that fucking hotel!”
You leaned your head against his chest again and clutched him tighter. If Vox had not been so fond of you, that would have been the end of your career.
“Trust me, I am never going back to that hotel. They’re nothing but freaks and fuck-ups.”
“You’re better than them, baby. Better than Angel Dust. You don’t belong there.”
You smiled to yourself as Vox stroked your hair softly. He built your ego back up with lies sweeter than honey.
“You’re better than Alastor.”
Vox’s eyes widened, and he pushed you back by your shoulders. Your lies were just as sweet.
“—Say that again.”
“You’re better than fucking Alastor.”
Vox looked down with a soft chuckle before meeting your gaze again with a sharp-toothed grin. All his anger toward you was replaced with desire.
“Heh. You keep talking like that, and you’re gonna get me hard.”
You smirked, slipped a finger underneath the bottom of his flatscreen, and tilted it up. He looked down at you with his monitor slightly raised.
“You’re the future, he’s the past. Radio is dead. He doesn’t stand a chance against you.”
A blatant lie, having witnessed Alastor’s overwhelming power yourself. His grip on your shoulders tightened and he grinned with the digital blood falling from the corner of his mouth.
“Fuck me. Now.”
You exchanged a passionate kiss that made your tongue tingle, as always. Vox then pushed you, and you fell back onto the bed. You chuckled softly and looked up at him with your hands pressed against the mattresses behind you. He tossed his hat aside and then took off his suit jacket, letting it drop to the floor. You moved into the middle of the bed to make room for him and then beckoned him with a curl of your finger. He climbed into your bed, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Vox then leaned back and put you on top of himself with his sharp claws digging into your thighs, threatening to pierce the flesh. His left eye spiraled, and you looked into it, willingly falling underneath his hypnosis.