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There was so much pain, it was amazing that Alastor was still standing considering he'd been nearly cut in half by that imbecile of a first man. It was a lucky hit, he was sloppy, and his damn deer instincts got in the way. Anything was better than admitting he was outmatched, but as he hobbled across the floor of his destroyed radio tower, Alastor started to think that maybe he really was no match for the angel. Damn it, if he wasn't constrained to a contract maybe he'd have been able to do more, but as it is his powers could only do so much.
His legs suddenly lock up, the deer stumbling and plummeting to the floor with a heavy thud, the force of the fall and the pressure on his wound forced the air from his lungs into an agonizing wheeze. It was agony, the angelic magic radiating heat from the wound yet his body felt so cold, vision blurring as the pain seemed to travel through his whole body. It was pathetic, he is the Radio Demon, a simple scratch shouldn't be doing this much to him. He wasn't weak. Yet, even as he struggled to slowly turn into his side, his limbs felt like lead and made moving incredibly difficult. He just needed to get into a better position, anything to keep the disgusting floor from getting into his open wound any more than it already had.
Slowly, with agonizing difficulty, red eyes slowly open to blurry surroundings. He must have gone unconscious, the painful thrum in his chest still warm and the outside world was quiet. How long was he out? Did no one really come looking for him? Of course not, why would anyone bother, it's not like he cared about them and he expected the feelings to be mutual. Still, after everything he's done for those loathsome sinners and the princess, he expected someone to even come looking. Then again, having anyone see him in such a state would be rather unbecoming, he has a reputation to uphold anyway.
Limbs numb, Alastor slowly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, panting uneasily as the movement caused agony to run through his veins. He wasn't a stranger to pain, really, being an overlord leads to many fights but this was a new type of pain he doubts anyone has ever experienced in the history of hell. It's not like demons were meant to survive an angelic attack, and while it boosts his ego a bit to be the first, the weakness in his body and the ache did hinder any gloating he may think of doing later on. No one can know how truly pathetic he's become.
A particularly painful thrum shoots through his body, one arm giving out as he tumbles back down onto his side this time, a rather unsavory yelp escaping from his lips as he lands painfully on his shoulder. Stars cover his vision, breathing becoming ragged as his mind stalls, an inkling of fear worming its way through his thoughts. He was going to die, wasn't he? After accomplishing so much, he still had more he wanted to do, but it seemed that the universe had other plans for him. At least he went out with a fight.
His mind was foggy, vision clouded and ears full of cotton, so out of it, he didn't hear when the hatch to his tower was thrown open with a bang. His senses were so muddled the only thing he picked up was the smell of ozone, but even then his mind couldn't figure out what it was or why it was getting closer. That is until the voice cut through the cotton and sent a shiver down the deer's spine.
"Haha, well look at this! The big bad Radio Demon is nothing but a weak little fawn! Took on the Big Bad Wolf and got fucked! This is too good to be true!"
Vox, of course, the tedious television would be here of all times. Alastor wasn't stupid, he saw the flying machines that the other overlord used to spy on people watching the fight, and typically he'd have destroyed them but he was a bit preoccupied. He also didn't think they'd be of any problem, as the other was obsessively dependent on the deer, there would be no way he'd allow anyone but himself and his other compatriots to watch what unfolded on that roof. That didn't mean it couldn't be a probably later down the line for Alastor,
"Heh... to what do I owe this displeasure, old pal? Come to mock me while I'm down? I'm afraid if that's the case then you're a far less pressing concern than you'd like to believe you are."
The TV overlord laughed, the sound making the deer's skin prickle with the electricity sparking in the air, ears twitching ever so slightly as he willed them to stay upright.
"Oh Alastor, it's hilarious how much you pretend like you have everything under control when you're actually fucked!"
Alastor growled, slowly pushing himself back up onto his hands and knees, limbs trembling slightly as he tried to refocus his vision. It was all still so blurry, and the pain in his chest was making it harder to focus each passing minute. Damn it, of all the times for his rival to appear, he truly was in a bad spot right now. Especially since he was so out of it he didn't hear as Vox got closer, practically standing over the struggling deer, until the taste of static started to coat his tongue as the other grew excited about his predicament.
"Oh Al, you look so good there on your knees. Though, I think I'd like you better on your back."
Pain blossomed in his stomach, chest wound momentarily forgotten as a forceful kick sent Alastor across the room, only stopping when he hit a wall. He couldn't breathe, blood filled his mouth and began to leak through his teeth, smile straining into a grimace as he slid down to the ground. His limbs felt heavy, not even able to twitch a finger as Vox approached again, standing over the deer with his feet played on either side of his body. If he was coherent, Alastor would have felt disgusted with the television practically boxing him in like that, but as it was he couldn't think of anything but pain.
"I was right, you're much better on your back. Now, just hold still darling so we can finish this up. If you're a good boy I may even give you a treat."
A weight suddenly falling onto his hips caused the last straining art to be pushed out of his lung, a quiet whine escaping before he could stop it, the contact making his skin crawl and his smile turning feral.
"Aww, don't you worry dear, it'll be over soon. I'll be quick."
Cyan claws grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his head to stare at the demon's pixelated face. His shape grin was wide, easily exceeding the edges of his screen as red streaks dropped from his mouth. Bile started to rise in the deer's throat at the feeling of contact in multiple places, struggling to pull his face free or to move his limbs to push the other off but to no avail. He'd never admit it, but he was scared.
"Look at me, Al. Look me in the eye."
On instinct, he quickly squeezed his eyes shut, barely catching a glimpse of that swirling red eye. This is bad, very bad, he can't look. If he does, it'll be hopeless, he has to fight but his body won't move! The claws on his cheeks squeezed, cutting into his flesh with a hiss of pain, but he refused. He wouldn't look, and Vox would have to kill him before he ever willingly let go.
"Open your eyes Al. Now."
No, he won't, he refuses. There is nothing that'll make him open his eyes to fall under the TV demon's hypnosis. At least, that's what he had hoped, but all that was thrown out the window as claws dug themselves into the wound on his chest. It was sudden, the pain excruciating that the gasp it drew from him was humiliating, eyes flying open before he could stop himself. By the time he realized, it was too late, his gaze catching the swirling eye as his mind went blank.
"There we go, such a good boy. Now, surrender your mind."
Surrender? To Vox? That's not... it... doesn't sound terrible... His mind was going foggy, the pain in his body going numb as all he could focus on was that swirling gaze, his straining grimace falling into a more relaxed smile.
"Right now you're mine. All mine."
His... he was... no he... shouldn't... but it... it felt so right...
"Just nod your head Al, and let go. You can do it. And then I can bring you home."
Home sounded... nice... and fighting was... it was getting harder to stay focused outside of that swirling calm. Just... let... He sagged into the TV demon's hold, smile fading as much as it could as he slowly nodded, eyelids and ears falling a bit as tiredness started to weigh him down.
"That's right, give in your mind. You're all mine."
"All... yours..."
Darkness overtook him finally, a comfortable feeling spreading through his body as he heard Vox's chuckle before going under completely.