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What happens if Vox is affected by his own hypnosis, and accidentally finds himself in front of a mirror when his hypnosis eye is activated due to him being mad?
And what will happen if Alastor finds Vox in that vulnerable state?
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Vox is dumb & Alastor likes it
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02 May 2026
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Vincent goes to a speakeasy to release the tension from his work. His eyes catch Alastor on the stage, and he’s enraptured. Alastor sees this and decides to exploit this.
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21 Apr 2026
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Up-and-coming media demon Vincent gets peer pressured into wearing a bunny suit on air. Alastor isn’t very happy about it.
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16 Apr 2026
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For seven years Valentino had possessed the pleasure of being the one and only entity in hell to whom Vox devoted the entirety of his physical and emotional attention. Sure, Vox watched other sinners, he watched everyone. It was kind of his thing. But Valentino was the only one who really knew how to get under Vox's skin. He was the only one who got to see the all-powerful Media Overlord down on his knees.
That was until a certain Radio Demon just had to show his stupid, smiling face in town again, right after Valentino had just begun to think that he was gone for good. The instant that Alastor had come crawling back out of whatever hole he had disappeared to all those years ago, Vox had become a man obsessed. Consumed.
Vox somehow got it in his programming that he was actually some kind of threat to Alastor, that he could ever hope to be a formidable adversary against the powers of the Radio Demon. Valentino needed to remind that hot headed TV host who he really belonged to and that, underneath all that bravado and bluster, Vox was no better than the pimp's other cheap whores.
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11 Apr 2026
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"And they're not yours," Vox added, gaining a bit of confidence. "They're mine. They're on my body. I have them."
The silence that followed was dense, charged with static. Alastor stared at him for several seconds, his red eyes gleaming in the dimness of the apartment. His ears, which had begun to perk up, flattened against his head again.
"Shut up," Alastor said.
His voice was deep, hoarse, and had a hint of danger that Vox knew well. But it wasn't the danger of a threat. It was the danger of someone about to lose something he considered his.
"They're mine," Alastor continued, and he looked down at Vox's breasts with an intensity that made Vox hold his breath. "They only react to me."
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10 Apr 2026