Now That You're Mine

by Shadow_Joker

Summary:

Vox takes advantage of Alastor's defeat during the extermination to finally take what belongs to him

Updates will be attempted at least once a week and run along side A Smile Not His Own

Notes:

Hello my lovely sinners, it is your friendly neighborhood Shadow coming at you with another one shot, this time for RadioStatic. Don't worry, I'm still going to be doing A Smile Not His Own, I just got a little inspired by a TikTok to make this story.

Chapter 1

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.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Alastor awakens in a strange place

Notes:

Hey, hey y'all. I'm doing it again. A one shot it turning into a running story. This will be running along side A Smile Not His Own and I'll will attempt to upload them each at least once a week.

I would also like to shout out Vale, my beta reader for ASNHO for also being the beta reader for this story and keeping up with my chaotic ideas.

His head was spinning, a dull pressure just behind his eyes as consciousness slowly began to come back to him. There was a burning pain in his chest, a reminder of what happened during the extermination, but aside from that Alastor couldn't quite remember all else that happened after escaping to his radio tower.

He tried to move, to remember everything that happened in between his escape and his bout of unconsciousness, but just like his mind his body refused to cooperate. His limbs felt heavy and numb, almost like how they felt when sleeping on it for a long time, the attempts at moving sensing tingling jolts up his arms and legs. Ok, a bit at a time, take stock of the injury, and get back to the hotel to lick his wounds. Slowly he flexed his claws, feeling them tingle in the sluggish movement but otherwise usable. Next, he attempts to wiggle his hoves, noticing strangely how his shoes seem to be missing, a bit curious but as he can still move his hooves he'll worry about it later. Next, he attempts to twist his wrists, but the movement halted as he can't seem to move them properly, his fuzzy mind supplying that they were caught in something. It's a bit more concerning, but perhaps on his stumbling through his radio tower some cables got caught and tangled, which is entirely feasible. He tries to move his ankles next, a spike of anxiety running down his spine as the same probably as his wrists are met, his instincts kicking on in a panic as he starts to thrash around for freedom. Or at least try to, as his body still won't listen. And why won't his eyes open?! 

A hand is suddenly on his chest, the touch to his wound sending fiery pain through his body as his eyes fly open, static popping in his ears, and his vision burning at the bright lights overhead. His hindbrain is screaming to run, hide, and escape the pain but the hand on his body prevents his struggles.

"Fucking, calm down!"

The command is instant, Alastor's moments halting as his eyes stare at the ceiling, the fuzz in his mind slowly dissipating now that it is free once again. He could remember. He remembers the fight, his escape, and most importantly he remembers Vox. Vox who hypnotized him. Who attacked him. Who touched him. Who was touching him right now.

"For Satan's sake, you can't just sit still for five fucking seconds."

Rage filled the deer's mind, disgust at the feeling of someone's hands on him, revulsion at it being the stupid TV demon. Quickly, the body finally listening to him, he launches up and sinks his teeth into the arm that was touching him, light blue blood welling from the wound and over his tongue, the taste metallic and artificial it makes Alastor want to be sick even more. But the sounds of Vox's pain screams are music to his ears, jaw clenching down harder as cyan claws try to pry it open, a feral growl coming from the demon mixed with the chaotically popping static as he refused to let go of his prey.

The heel of Vox's hand is suddenly smacked into the center of his face, right above his nose, the strength and sudden action dazing the deer enough that his jaw was finally pulled open and the rival overlord's arm was finally freed. No longer being held up by anything, Alastor fell back with a heavy thump, head banging on the ground as the adrenaline began to wear off. 

"You fucking bitch! That hurt!

Alastor couldn't hold the manic chuckle that spilled past his blue-stained lips, crazed red eyes staring up at the TV above him, grin growing wide as he let his radio-filtered voice mingle with the continuously frantic static. 

"That was the point, my good fellow! Don't you know never to touch a person while they are asleep? Quite a foolish mistake, truly. I can't not be blamed for such a foolhardy-"

A hand suddenly grabbed one of his ears and pulling him up caused the snarky comment to die in his throat, the disgust at those claws digging into his sensitive appendage worse than the manhandling he was experiencing at the hands of the egotistical demon.

"You really like hearing yourself talk that much don't you, you fucker. Can't keep your damn mouth shut for more than five fucking seconds."

He punctuates certain words by shaking the deer, the strain on his ear holding up his body weight making it hard to concentrate, Alastor's hands going up instinctively to grab Vox's wrist to finally notice he was bound in glowing white ropes. It didn't take much to assume the same had been done to his ankles, though right now the more pressing matter was getting the TV demon off of him. So he grabs the wrist to the arm squeezing his ear, digging his claws into it to hear a sharp hiss from the overlord.

Mercifully, his ear was finally released, the sensitive fluffy immediately falling back against his head as if afraid of being attacked again. Though his ear was no longer being held so painfully, cyan claws found their place on his face, piercing the flesh of his cheeks in a deja vu moment as he was forced to look at Vox's glowing screen. He was pissed off.

"Here I am, being the kind overlord, ready to come to stitch up your wounds, and what do you do? You fucking bite me like a fucking animal!"

Alastor tries shaking off the demon's hold, the sting of the wounds on his cheeks the only thing keeping him grounded, the prey part of his mind attempting to get the deer to flee away from the brutal touch. It made his skin crawl, he didn't want Vox to touch him any more than he already had, the disgusting thought making his stomach roll.

"I don't want your help. You've kidnapped me, so do tell me why I'd want you to touch me let alone use stitches on me?"

"Because you're going to die if I don't. Do you want to sit back and wait for that angelic wound to do you in? I've never heard of anyone surviving an attack but it doesn't sound pleasant."

Honestly, it sounds more pleasant than Vox touching him right now, or any time. Yeah the wound on his chest hurt, but he'll get out of here eventually, it's only a matter of time before he does and then he can take care of it himself. He can hold out, he has no worries.

"If it's all the same to you, old pal, I'd much rather be on the end of an angelic weapon again than allow you to touch my wound."

His grin widened, static crackling mockingly as Vox's face turned furious. The sudden flash blinded him briefly, making his body seize up momentarily before throwing back to the ground with a painful thud, the action almost causing a whine to escape before he swallowed it down.

"Fine! Be that way! You can stay here and fucking bleed out for all I care! Don't come crying to me when you realize how fucked you are because I won't be coming back!"

Hah, that was the point. He didn't want Vox to come back. He needed the annoying television gone so he could find his escape. He watches as his pathetic rival storms off, the sound of a door opening before slamming shut with a click. Alastor let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, the tension in his body bleeding away as he practically sagged against the ground. He was exhausted, in pain, and desperately wished he had his powers or even his shadow with him. The bright lights of the room he was in seemed to dispel any potential shadows, the small annoyance but a simple setback, nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, even if he didn't escape any time soon, the residents of the hotel would come looking for him. They'd have to be worried when he doesn't come back, and there's no way Charlie would just assume he perished during the fight. She'd want to go searching for him and find the evidence in his radio tower of what went wrong. She'd come looking for him.

....right?

Vox sat in his office, claws clasped together in front of his face and elbows on the desk as he watched the footage from the camera set up in the room he had Alastor in, the feed not nearly as distorted thanks to both the deer's weakened state and the angelic ropes binding him. Valentino was standing behind him, hands practically groping all over his body as he whispered into his ear.

"Mi amor, why don't you just force him to accept your help? It'll be so much easier."

"Because I want him to realize he can't do shit without me, that he needs my help. It'll make it so much easier to break him that way."

"Oh, my big strong Voxxy, that's quite kinky for you. Never knew your hate for the ciervo went this deep. You'll have to let me play with him sometime, just so I can see what makes you so hot and bothered."

Vox only gives a non-committal hum, ignoring the roaming hands from the pimp as he continued to stare at the camera feed as Alastor attempted to bite his way through the binds on his wrists. He won't actually let Alastor die, not after finally having him, and if push comes to shove he would just hypnotize the deer again. But as it stands he wants the overlord to beg for his help, making his rival know his place as nothing but a weak little fawn for Vox to use as he wished. He belongs to Vox, and it's only a matter of time before he realizes it.

 

Notes:

This story will not go on nearly as long as my other. There will be heavy topics but Vale and I have some fun plans so look forward to it.

I do want to give this warning now and I will do it at the end of every chapter. Heed when there are trigger warnings, because there will be things in this toxic relationship that could deeply affect people. Proceed at your own risk and do keep yourselves safe.

Chapter 3

Summary:

A wound left to fester

Notes:

So it seems that I continue to listen to the song that inspired this fic on repeat while writing these chapters. Which leads to me not going to bed till 5:30 in the morning...

Anyway! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter, like I said these fic will be much shorter than A Smile Not His Own so things will be going quickly. Either way I hope you enjoy the ride!

No real warnings this time but keep an eye out for future chapters as this story will get dark.

The funny thing about being locked in a room with no windows and whose bright lights persistently stayed on is that it made it very difficult to tell how much time had elapsed. Alastor, much to his credit, had remained prideful and stubborn for quite some time. Any time Vox would enter the room he'd persistently refuse any help, instead opting to insult the annoying television and laugh at his anger. It was particularly enjoyable watching his screen glitch, the joy it brought the deer helping to keep his mind off of the fact he doesn't know how long he's been in this room or any time the demon would touch him. Oh well, at least he has the entertainment of watching Vox attempt to appease him. That is when the technology overlord actually came. How long before he comes back, Alastor wonders, as it seems the time between each arrival may be expanding and he has yet to return. 

He lay there on his side, eyes staring at the wall where the door was located, body shaking as an uncomfortable head radiated from his chest yet the rest of his body felt cold and numb. Vox hasn't shown up for quite some time, and without access to his shadow due to the bright lights Alastor was alone with nothing but his thoughts for... he doesn't know how long. All he knows is that however much time has passed, Vox is taking so much longer than any previous time to come and pester him. Shifting slowly, a hiss and a pop of static ring in his ears as the pain in his chest throbs, numb limbs tingling as he falls over onto his back again. He can't stop shaking, the heat and cold warning against each other in his body. Something feels terribly wrong.

Back in his office, Vox stares at the camera feed with his precious deer on it, watching as the demon shakes in what he assumes is the cold. True he left the room Alastor was in slightly cooler than most, but it shouldn't be this bad considering he was covered in fur. Using the camera to zoom in, he takes a look over the deer to see how he's fairing, the red covering his cheeks and nose visible thanks to the angelic ropes cutting off the demon's typical interference. The TV demon looks closer, noticing the distant look in the radio demon's eyes before moving the camera to look at the wound on his chest. 

"Well, that doesn't look good now does it."

It was surprising to see a demon bleed gold and black, the wound on his chest looking angry and green around the edges, a clear sign of infection taking hold. If Vox had to guess, the infection was starting to affect the deer, causing the shaking and a possible fever if the red on his face was an indication. Thankfully, being a sinner, infections can't kill them, but it's not a fun experience to go through and there's still a very good chance the angelic wound could do the demon in. Pulling up a separate screen, he sends a quick message to his assistant Papermint to get some antibiotics, bandages, and hydrogen peroxide together. While he'd like for Alastor to beg for his help, Vox isn't stupid enough to hold his breath and would go in to fix the radio host if he had to, the possibility of having to restrain the overlord is not out of the question as of yet. Best to be prepared for the worst, as he won't let Alastor get out of things so easily, not when he hasn't even begun his plans.

After sending the message and receiving confirmation, he lowered the volume to Alastor's video feed before turning to another screen and focusing on the hotel. With a small flick, the scene grew wider and the volume was turned up so he could hear the residents talking within the new and improved structure. Personally, Vox thought it was a bit too much, too flashy, but he could appreciate the king's grandeur as the new hotel did look impressive. Leaning forward, he listened as Princess Morningstar gave a speech to the hopeless souls who survived the extermination.

"Alright everyone, the new and improved Hazbin Hotel is about ready to open for business! We have no idea how the recent battle is going to change the perception of the hotel, but hopefully, it will be positive! That being said, we have to do our best and be welcoming to everyone who arrives to give redemption a chance!"

She continues to prattle on about her plans for redemption, Vox growing bored as he takes out his V-Phone to shoot a text to Valentino. The moth had ideas for some films starring Angel Dust revolving around the failed extermination, though he didn't give many details the fact the star fought in the battle could be a great way to get sales. He's focused on sending out emails to get the proper equipment for the filming as well as extras when he hears the deer's name echo from the hotel's feed, turning back to see the princess looking less confident and more worried.

"With the potential of more sinners arriving, having our hotelier around would be a big help. I know my dad said he'd fill in for Alastor while he's not here, but it'd still be good to know where he is so we can make sure he's ready for the opening. Does anyone know where he could be?"

There's a chorus of negatives around, Vox feeling a grin grow on his face as he turns back fully to the screen, elbows up on the desk, and hands clasped together lazily as he watches. The feline, which he thinks used to be the gambling overlord, isn't all too nice or ecstatic in his response to the question.

"Fuck if I know. Boss disappears all the time, he's probably licking his wounds. He's still alive that's for sure, so he'll be back at some point so don't bother waiting up, it won't be more than a few weeks."

This sends the TV demon into a laughing fit, smile spreading wide as pixelated red streaks fall from his lips. This is perfect! The stupid cat just gave Vox a window to work with, the amount of time he had to break Alastor into the perfect obedient partner. It's already been five days since he picked up the deer from his radio tower, and now with a few weeks at least as a timeframe he can devise the perfect plan.

Swiping the screen of the hotel away, he pulls up and expands the video feed of Alastor, faltering a bit as he sees the deer now lying on his side again. His face is still burning red on the nose and cheeks, but the rest of him looks deathly pale. His glowing red eyes look vacant and lost, irises shrunk to almost pinpricks even as his smile remains ever-present. Large grin falling a bit, Vox's eyes flick over to the wound on his chest, eyes going wide as he sees an unhealthy flow coming from the gash and spilling over the floor.

"Shit! Fuck! Damn it!"

Getting up quickly, he runs out of the room and hurries to where Alastor is being kept, passing Papermint on the way and grabbing the case of supplies he had demanded without a word. He sends a quick message to Valentino, declaring a code black on the deer demon and demanding he hurries with the required items, receiving a 'shit' as a response. Once he gets to the room, kicking open the door, he hurries to the radio host's side as Valentino arrives only a moment later with a bag.

"Get him set up quick, I need to get this wound stitched before he fucking bleeds out."

Not looking too happy, the moth hurries over and kneels beside Alastor, the deer's small irises slowly following the movement as a pair of hands reach towards him. It's weak, quiet, but a growl vibrates from the demon's chest that gets an eye roll from the pimp.

"You're lucky Vox wants you alive. For now."

Alastor feels claws grabbing his face, instincts kicking in sluggishly as he tries to shake out of the hold, getting a firm squeeze instead as something is fastened to the front of his face and around his head. It's uncomfortable, too tight, his hands coming up and just barely grazing the holes of a cage muzzle before they are grabbed roughly. It takes everything for him not to whimper at the tingling sensation, mind feeling far too muddled that he doesn't realize his hands are freed until they are forced behind his back and tied together again.

"Just be a good deer and behave. Maybe if you play nice we'll help you feel good~"

The voice in his ear felt just as disgusting as the suggestion, a shiver running through his body Alastor will always be convinced was due to how cold he felt. Even as hands that felt too warm slowly pushed him up into a seated position, something thick and metal taking their place as the wound around his neck and stomach, pulling him back until he was sat against the wall with his arms trapped behind him.

"You just had to be a fucking stubborn idiot, didn't you. Well your dumb ass nearly bled out and now you have to sit there while I fix your shit."

Alastor couldn't really comprehend what Vox was saying, being forced upright made his vision spin, and the numbness all over his body made everything feel like a fog. Even the hands that worked his jacket and shirt open felt distant, tiredness overcoming him as his eyes slowly began to close. Perhaps taking just a little rest wouldn't be so bad, he could rejuvenate and then try and find a way to escape, but for now, the welcoming darkness of sleep felt so so tempting.

..

...

....

.....

The piercing pain through his chest as a needle and threat were forced through the boiling infection was overwhelming, static popping loudly as he distantly recognized he was screaming.

Notes:

Y'all give me life with the comments and general positive feedback with these stories. Helps keeps the motivation going and makes me feel I am doing good. Y'all rock!

Chapter 4

Summary:

Vox gets a bit too excited

Notes:

Here for another chapter! Ik they've been short right now but I promise things will pick up and they will be longer. Just you wait.

Vox lets out a heavy sigh as he practically falls against the couch in his penthouse, pointedly ignoring the blood rubbing off on the fabric and Valentino's complaining about his coat being ruined. He wasn't going to mention that the "coat" was really the moth's wings because that'd just send the pimp into a worse rant he really didn't want to deal with after spending who knows how long making sure the damn Radio Demon didn't bleed to double death. 

Rubbing his claws over his screen, the TV demon begins going through his systems to reschedule meetings and filming, blocking out the next two weeks as busy so he can fully focus on the deer he has locked away.

"You look like a fucking mess."

Shifting his gaze, digital eyes land on the final member of the Vees now sitting on a separate couch, eyes on her phone as she types away quickly. Usually, Velvette's snarky comments would be a breath of fresh air, but right now Vox really wasn't in the mood to deal with teen angst or whatever it was she had going on.

"Well, that's because I just stopped our prized buck from bleeding to death."

"I still don't know why you didn't let the fucker just drop dead. It'd make things so much easier if he wasn't around, we'd have the entire entertainment media to ourselves."

"I've already told you, Velvette, having Alastor as part of our team would make us stronger than if we just killed him. Radio isn't completely dead yet so there's still a reason to keep him around."

The fashionista looked up at Vox, a look that spoke how she didn't believe a single word the media demon said, one hand going to her hip as she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah you say that but fuck if it's actually the truth. Do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't fuck with our shit I can keep damage control going for now. People are going to start asking where the fucker is though when little miss sunshine and rainbows don't show up with him."

"We will cross that road when we get to it. By then he should be more than willing to join, trust me."

"Uh-huh. Sure, whatever. Just make sure you're thinking with the right head."

Getting up, Velvette waves Vox off before walking away, she's on her phone still as she keeps typing away. Honestly, the TV demon was impressed by how much the youngest overlord could do while her eyes were glued to her phone, a great example of how much technology has changed on earth and the generations who knew it like the back of their hands.

Now that he was alone, Vox quickly pulled up the camera footage from the room Alastor was being kept in, all the recorded moments from the second he arrived saved on a special hard drive only the media overlord could access. Shifting through, he began to replay the recordings from just moments ago, the hours spent stitching up the deer demon so he wouldn't die. The footage was glitchy, but not as bad as it typically would be, the angelic wound weakening the Radio Demon to where he was nearly visible. It was enough.

He watches as Valentino and he enters the frame, the dead-looking demon barely holding onto life, the gorgeous blood soaking the ground and his partially vibrantly glowing red eyes dull. A grin grows on his screen as he washes Alastor weakly struggling against the muzzle before Vox's cables wrap around him, pinning him to the wall just perfectly. A warm feeling pools in his stomach at the sight of his rival one foot in the grave, practically ready to just fall over dead, only to start screaming as Vox rips that privilege away from him by sewing his wound shut. The agonizing screams and pleading whimpers were amazing, leaving the TV demon feeling warm and formulating a plan in his mind.

"Je suis désolée, maman, je suis désolée ! S'il te plaît, fais que ça s'arrête ! Ça fait mal !

He laughs mirthlessly, setting a recording aside of just Alastor's pathetic begs to listen to later, maybe tormenting him with his weakness. Breaking him is going to be too easy, especially with so much blackmail material.

"Mi amor, you're so excited watching the video over, should I be jealous that prude makes you feel that way?"

"Of course not, you know you're the only one for me, Val."

The moth drapes his arms over Vox's shoulders, rubbing down his arms and torso. Of course, he'd never tell Valentino how he's really feeling or just how much he's going to enjoy his Radio Demon, but keeping the pimp from having a temper tantrum was important. He pulls the demon down, pulling him into a deep kiss the taller was all too happy to indulge in, hands continuing to roam downwards.

"Why don't I help feel a bit? Less pent up mi dulce televisión~"

"You know just how to make a guy feel good, how could I ever say no to you."

He'll indulge his lover for now, make him happy, and a way to help whenever he gets too excited because eventually, he'll have someone he's been vying for for decades. Just wait, Alastor will be his. One way or another.

Back in the too-bright room, Alastor was still quite out of it, vision going in and out of the darkness as his body was forced to heal very slowly. He doesn't remember a lot of what happened, it was all a big blur in his mind, but one thing that stands out was the excruciating pain that radiated from his chest as Vox forcibly sewed it shut. By no means did that cure the angelic poisoning left behind, nor did it fix the infection festering the edges, but with the wound closed it'll force his flesh to mend and push out the lingering effects much to his chagrin. 

He had to get out, the cables around his body and muzzle on his face leaving a tingling discomfort, the lingering touches of the disgusting moth and television burning even with his layers. It was disgusting. It made his stomach roll at just how close they were, how easily they could overpower him due to his weakened state. Sliding his legs up to cover his chest, ignoring the sting it brought to his wound and the cold that seeped into his hooves, Alastor curled himself up and stared at the door to the room. He'll be ready next time, he won't let those blasted heathens touch him again without a fight.

Notes:

Also I'll say this. There's not going to be any physical assault scenes in this story. It's more so implied but I will not be writing any of that out. Warning will be made when need be though.

Also also I do not speak French or Spanish so thank you Vale for being my beta reader and fixing my stuff 🫶

Chapter 5

Summary:

Vox has some alone time with his captive

Notes:

TW warning for torture, non-consensual kissing, and implied assault

The next time Vox showed up, Alastor was ready, growling at the TV demon approaching with a strange box. He felt the bindings around his body and neck tighten as if giving a warning, but the deer ignored it as the static around him grew louder. 

"Cute, Al, but you're not exactly as intimidating as you think you are right now."

With a roll of his eyes, Vox pushed down the demon's legs covering his chest, the other hand brushing over the sewed-up wound as the pops of static echoed around the room frantically. The eerie call of an angry deer was all the warning he had before a particularly sharp antler nearly skewered his screen, red eyes snapping up to the black holes with ticking radio dials full of malice and rage. 

 

"G̴̭͙̗̘̪͈͓̀̇́̿̎̈́̊̍̔ͅḘ̶̆T̷̨̧͖̟̣̠̭͇͎̥̈̍ͅ ̴̨̞̝͓̞͙͙̞͑͒̒́̇̃̏̇̍̌̎͜͝Y̴̜̪̙̩̗̗̫̩͂̈O̶̯̪̣̗̝̳̜͎̮͚̮̐̆͌͗͑̓́͑̀̒̈́̾͊̕ͅỤ̷̱͖̜͓̱̔̆̅̃͑͌̽̓̍̋̋̀͝R̶̨͔̟͈̠͚̰̞̺̗̗̹͋̃̾̕͝ ̵̞͕͑̍͛̇̃̂͊̔͌͆͗̄̄͂͠F̶̨̨̥̯̪̟͓͇̼̟͔̙̯̗̖͊̈͐͊̃̽̆̆̓̀̆̌̌I̵͓̣̟̤͈͖͖̠̘̩͍͉̣̫͐͒̽̓͆̇͠L̵̡̠͈̯͚͎̹͒̍́̄͝T̵̛̮̳̫̫̻̲̾̕H̴̡̝͇̖̪͉̜̝̫̻́͊͋͑̒̅̆̀̊ͅY̵̨̧͇̱͓̣͎͓̝̅͛̆̀̾̓͂͘ ̸̟̲̰̰͙̠̩̞͙̰̋̒̈H̶̨̡̛͉̳̋̃̉̀̍̑̌̎͛͝A̴̧̟̥̜͈̰̮͎͈̥̰̔̀̽̑̍̽͘N̶̮͇̦̱̬̩̱̝̻̟̟͐̊̆͋͂̆̈́̌̏͘̕ͅD̸͔̾́̈́͋̆̚͝S̴̝̘̘̦̗̽́̑ͅ ̸̧̩͓͈̠̥̭̠͇̰͉͎̇͐͂͗̾̏̈́̍̏̾͛͘͜ͅͅO̸̥͈̾̋̀͋̇̕F̶̗̞̰̰̈͒̍͐̓̿̚̕͝ͅF̶̨̧̰̞͈͇̐͝ ̸͚̮̖͊̌̽̽̎M̴̢͚͈͖̟̺͇̟̰̋͐̿̓̍͘̕É̸̹͕̬̮̤̲͍̰̿͜!̶͍̗̳̮̘̩͎̘̀͆͆"

 

Cyan claws wrap around the muzzle, yanking his head down forcibly, the wire around his neck pressing painfully and cutting off his air. Sparks of electricity course through the deer's body, a shocked yelp escaping as a lightheaded feeling starts to take over, legs trying to kick out and himself from the danger. As quickly as it started, the shocks stopped, Alastor only having a moment to compose himself before his head was thrown back into the wall with a loud crack.

"You're lucky I have better things for you than killing you. You're at my mercy yet you still run your mouth and think you can get away. Well news flash, you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

A hand on his antler shook his head, the pain in his skull and the rapid movements made the deer feel sick, eyes shut tight as the static in the air buzzed erratically. Alastor knew he shouldn't let Vox out of his sight, even with the pounding headache growing he had to open his eyes, the force it took to do so was excruciating as claws were pressed into his cheeks around the muzzle. Agonizingly slowly, red eyes peeled open to glare at his rival, only to be met with the swirling hypnotic gaze. All too fast the effects took hold, his mind going fuzzy and body going limp as Vox grinned down at him, pixelated blood dripping from his mouth. 

"There's a good little deer, see how much better it is when you're calm? I'm here to make you feel better, so I need you to just sit still for a bit, ok?"

Alastor wanted to fight back, kick, scream, and bite, but the command dug itself into his fuzzy mind and prevented him from doing so. He shivered as cyan claws let go of his face and antler, once again pressing against the wound on his bare chest, disgust pooling in his gut at the contact he wanted to pull away from so desperately. 

"Seems you're healing nicely, though the infection is going to be a bitch to deal with. I could give you something for that, but what's the fun in that when I can watch you suffer so beautifully like this."

Claws drag down slowly, brushing across his stomach and sides, causing Alastor to shiver and try to twist away. Even as the command in his mind made his limbs feel like lead, instincts screamed to get away from the touch, a quivering whimper vibrating in his throat as hands stalled at his hips.

"You're so thin, you really need to eat more. Don't worry, I'm making sure you get some weight back, it wouldn't be fun to break you like that now would it?" 

Vox chuckles, claws digging into the Radio Demon's skin above his trousers, the deer's shaking and gagging at the touch making the media overload glare at his captive. A snarl leaves his lips, grabbing Alastor by the chin and forcing eye contact, hypnotic eye flashing back on as he feels the other struggle feebly. The disgust in those red eyes was unmistakable, Vox leaned closer only to stop as his chest hit Alastor's knees, the demon somehow getting his legs up in a defensive posture. It was almost laughable how prudish he was, though the TV demon wouldn't admit how impressive it was the demon could still fight against his control, even if it was only a small amount. Grinning wide, he trailed a hand down the deer's leg, feeling the other flinch at the touch and kick out. Reacting quickly, Vox grabbed Alastor's bound legs by the ankles, earring an adorable squeak as he held them tightly.

"It's adorable how hard you try to fight, how you can't admit you're weak and at the mercy of someone far stronger than you. Why don't you just give in, Al, it'd make things so much easier for you."

Alastor shook his head, letting out a quiet growl as he tried to fight the hypnosis, legs trying to kick free of the fiber's grasp.

"I... will never... admit... anything... to the likes... of you..."

It really was commendable how much Alastor was able to fight, but by now Vox was getting impatient, he had a small window of time before the stupid hotel would probably come looking for the deer and the fact his prey was still being so stubborn made things harder. He had to up the ante if he was going to break the demon, so holding his legs tightly, the TV demon sent a large round of electricity through his rival. The screams it elicited were beautiful, static overlaying with the pained sound, lights threatening to flicker and burst but somehow staying intact. 

Letting the cables around his body recede, Vox grabbed the deer by his neck, slamming him into the ground as his claws dug into the visible flesh and a second point of contact sent more electricity through his captive. Alastor screamed and thrashed on the ground, voice nothing but popping and high-pitched static, Vox laughing maniacally before finally releasing the shocks and leaving the deer laying there twitching and panting quickly. Seeing his rival there, desperate for breath and shaking, it made his gut warm at the beautiful sight and he couldn't help trailing his claws down the quivering deer's stomach.

"You're mine, Alastor. You just have to learn your place."

Slowly, he positioned himself at the deer's hips, leaning over the struggling overlord as his hands caged him in. He can see the other still trying to fight against his command, arms trapped behind his back fidgeting uncomfortably and legs trying to get around his captor for protection. Reaching up, a single cyan claw cuts through the leather strap of the muzzle, pulling the offending object away so he can lean closer to his deer.

"Bite me and you'll regret it. Now open up."

Alastor tries to fight it, he does, lips quivering around his ever-present smile before they slowly open up, Vox taking full advantage and bringing the deer into a kiss. He gags as the slippery tongue finds its way into his mouth, slithering around his sharp teeth and too far down his throat, a whimper escaping as he can't even turn away from the disgusting taste of tingling electricity. His heart is beating rapidly, matching the erratic sound of his radio static, body shivering as claws trail down his sides. The tongue is finally removed from his mouth, saliva dripping down his chin as he coughs and gasps for breath, ears falling flat as he feels Vox's body press far too close to him.

"Such a good deer, I want to hear all your sweet little sounds, so be sure to not disappoint me."

Sharp claws dug into his hips, a terrified bleat coming from Alastor that was immediately swallowed up again by that disgusting tongue, any attempts at trying to twist away were impossible thanks to the weight on top of him. His mind screamed in silence, the command of him not letting go no matter how hard he fought, the need to vomit growing worse as the wandering claws moved lower. He was supposed to be ready this time, he wasn't going to let Vox take advantage of him again, how could he let his rival do such despicable and disgusting things to him?

“I'm going to make you feel so good, just wait. You'll never want to go back to that rancid hotel ever again once I'm done with you.”

As his panic and static grew louder, the only thought in his mind screaming louder than the rest was one of anger. He will make Vox pay for this... if he could ever get out.

 

Notes:

The glitchy text reads "get your filthy hands off me"

Chapter 6

Summary:

A cannibal needs to eat

Notes:

Warnings for this chapter: forced eating and forced kissing

He felt disgusting, body shivering on the cold ground as he lay curled up. Even if Vox had given him a thin blanket, it wasn't enough to stop the rage and nausea swimming around his stomach. His skin was crawling, bugs underneath the surface wanted to linger, and the claws that touched him left marks behind.

"Feel good... what a joke if he thinks I'd ever enjoy him touching me in any way..."

Alastor shivers again, curling up tighter under the blanket, hands wiggling trying to break free of their binds. As loath as he was to admit it, Vox hadn't... don't more than just touch him. He still retained his boxers, but that didn't change the fact that any amount of touch was utterly disgusting for the deer. The damned television demon was so intent on making him 'feel good' he ignored how much Alastor wanted to vomit. Whatever Vox was trying to get out of him, obviously, didn't happen even with the hypnosis, which only made his captor angry and led to him storming off like a petulant child. Now Alastor was left alone yet again, nothing but a blanket and his boxers, arms having long since gone numb and shoulders sore from laying on his side so much. Things couldn't get worse.

A grumbling in his stomach made the deer all too aware of the gnawing hunger starting to settle in, a static-filled groan escaping quietly, ears falling flat with a huff of irritation. Of course, now of all times, his damned punishment is rearing its ugly head. He shouldn't be surprised really, the last thing he ate was before the extermination, and while it was just enough to satiate his gluttony for a bit the fact his body was using so much energy to heal meant that meal had run dry. Fuck, why now of all times!? Even as his stomach demanded meat, the nausea that remained after Vox's disgusting touching warred in the deer's mind, instincts for survival battling each other. 

When the door opened, Alastor was so far in his own mind that the sudden sound made him flinch, mind stalling briefly immediately after. He... no, the Radio Demon doesn't flinch. Especially not from some stupid egotistical television that was oh so intent on making his life miserable because he couldn't take a fucking no for an answer. A low growl vibrates from his chest as Vox approaches, carrying a covered plate and a grin the deer oh so desperately wasn't to claw off his stupid pixelated face.

"Don't give me that look, Al. You should be happy to see me."

"And why in Satan's name would I ever feel any inclination of joy seeing your-"

Claws dug into his cheeks, a hiss of pain through his clenched teeth from the sting, the overlord no longer looking smug but rather annoyed. He looked at Alastor like a piece of trash, which is honestly preferable compared to that disgusting lust the deer wanted to avoid, for once that hypnotic eye wasn't visible as Vox forced his captive to look at his screen.

"You really don't know how to keep quiet, do you? And after I tried so hard to make you feel good last night, this is the thanks I get?"

Alastor just growls in return, attempting to pull his face out of the burning touch, skin crawling as if thousands of bugs with needle legs were underneath his flesh.

"It's fine, you'll learn to like it eventually, you just need a little push."

That cruel grin was back, a shiver running down the deer's spine at the implication, bile threatening to make its way up as he tried to wiggle away. Not again, he didn't want to be touched again, it was disgusting and burned in the worst ways. Much to his surprise, Vox let go of his face, causing the demon to unceremoniously fall back with a small yelp of shock.

"I can take you any time I feel like it, but I haven't, just remember that. Hell, I'm even being nice and bringing you food, so maybe a thank you for being so merciful is in order."

He has to be joking, did Vox really expect Alastor to thank him for not assaulting him more than he already has? All under some guise that the deer would like it? If the audacity hadn't stunned the demon into silence, he'd be laughing right now, which is probably a good thing considering how his captor's anger seems to be boiling over again.

"My patience is running thin here Al, I'm trying to be nice and a little appreciation would be great. Especially after I saved your fucking life. So, I'll say it again, a thank you for all the hard work I've done for you is in order."

With a growl, a pop of static, and possibly a lack of self-preservation, Alastor used whatever strength he had to spit at Vox, the black saliva sticking to his screen and leaving a disgusting trail that made the deer grin widely. The look of repulsion on his rival's face was so empowering after everything, manic giggles shaking his chest as he reveled in the small act of defiance. Slowly, in an almost comical way to the captive, the TV overlord reached up and wiped away the spit with a swipe of his claws. The hatred in those glowing eyes should have caused Alastor to freeze like the deer he was, but something about the fury just made him laugh more. Of course, his laughter was abruptly cut off when the claws on his ear gripped his red locks tightly, slamming his face into the ground repeatedly. Once, twice, thrice.. four... fiv... si- he lost track much too quickly as the hits didn't stop, nose flowing with blood and head growing fuzzy. Eventually, it did stop, Vox leaving the demon lying face down on the ground in a growing puddle of blood, the taste of copper on Alastor's tongue disgusting. Is that really how he tastes? How sad...

"You really are making this harder than it has to be, Al. I can make you feel like a king if you'd just fucking submit. I could have let Val come in here and have his way with you but I haven't. I've been nothing but good to you and look how you repay my kindness."

Vox has to be delusional if he thinks anything about this makes Alastor think he's been kind or would want to do such a thing as submit to the pompous asshole. If he thinks assaulting, kidnapping, and beating the deer bloody is kind then it's frightening to think what his idea of evil is.

"Fine, if you're going to be this way then we're doing this the hard way. Just remember, you asked for this."

Wires wind around his body, binding his chest tightly before forcing the deer into an upright seated option, the world spinning painfully behind his skull as the movement after the recent beating. The lights feel so much more painful, vision swimming as claws force his eyes to remain open no matter how much they want to close.

"Hm, looks like you got a concussion, that's too bad. Makes my job easier though."

A startled yelp escapes the deer as the wires drag him against the wall, bound hands trapped behind him once again as Vox follows almost nonchalantly, sitting in front of him and pulling the covered plate with him.

"I'm sure you're practically starved by now, so I was kind enough to bring you some food. I expect a thank you but seeing how you're a bit concussed I'll let it slide this time. Next time if you don't then the food is leaving. Understood?"

Cables wind around his head, forcing him to nod before holding it in place, more winding around and attempting to pry his jaw open. It's feeble, struggling against the metal trying to invade his mouth, unable to even shake his head as they work past his lips and teeth. It was too easy, the intrusive cords forcing his mouth wide open, teeth unable to puncture to metal let alone try to close the mouth, smile straining as red eyes glare at the television demon. He looks far too smug, a toothy grin growing at the mismatched pupils of his captive makes it hard to take him seriously. 

"If you were a good deer I'd let you feed yourself, but because you can't behave and I can't trust you to not bite off my fingers, you're going to be fed like this until you can act properly."

This was humiliating, being fed like a child, but the idea of finally having food was tantalizing, stomach growling as if to prove a point. He was practically starving, the idea of finally having some meat nearly made him salivate as the plate was picked up, any hope of a fulfilling meal was quickly dashed as the cover was removed to reveal a stack of hellish-looking vegetables. He tried to hide his disappointment, obviously failing as Vox just laughed, picking up a piece of something brown and spiky.

"Don't give me that look, Al, be glad you're getting anything at all. You'll accept and like what you get otherwise you won't get anything at all. And if you play nice, maybe I'll get you some meat."

There wasn't really Alastor could do, he needed food but the options were limited, completely at the mercy of his rival overlord. Hell's vegetables, in general, don't have a lot of nutritional value, but to survive properly he needed meat, he needed venison or sinner meat, his curse making all else fail to alleviate his constant hunger. He needed to get real food, and if all Vox was going to give him was blasted raw vegetables, it'd have to do for now. With a resigned look, ears falling flat against his head, he slowly nodded in understanding.

"Good boy, now open wide. Haha! Oops, you're already there."

He expected the other demon to place the pieces in his mouth, to let the deer swallow it of his own volition, so when clawed fingers were suddenly being shoved down the back of his throat with the bland and disgusting vegetable he nearly coughed it back up. The only thing keeping the food down was the claws, feeling too far down his throat, the feeling uncomfortable and the desire for a gag reflex never so strong. Curse his cannibalistic nature, why did he have to not have a gag reflex? Vox seemed far too excited by this new knowledge, fingers shoving down further until his knuckles scraped against Alastor's sharp teeth, the deer's air flow getting cut off suddenly by the intrusion.

"Oh, well look at that, you're full of surprises here Al. I'm going to have fun with this, hell you'd give Val's best whores a run for their money with a mouth like this."

Mercifully, the claws were removed, Alastor taking a gasping breath before coughing at the sudden rush of air, saliva dribbling down his chin slowly. He hated it, as each piece of bland yet disgusting vegetable was shoved down his throat, Vox's claws lingering for too long and scraping against his sensitive throat. The static around him was popping and skipping much more erratically than before, the concussion probably messing with the radio signal that followed the deer around, an irritating buzz being left behind once all the sad excuse for food was cleaned from the plate.

"See Al, that wasn't so hard. When you're good you get nice things."

As much as he hated it, Vox was right, if he just played along for now he could regain his strength over time. Once he did, he could get out of here and rip the damned television to pieces, he just had to play a part. It would be hard, playing meek and obedient, but he could do it if it meant finally digging his claws into flesh and ripping apart the pathetic sinner.

"Now, how about a thank you for taking time out of my day to take care of you? I'm sure a little kiss would do just fine~"

Too close! Too close! That bright screen was right in his face, the swirling eye taking hold but no command given, a sense of calm washing over the deer as claws traced his jaw that remained held open by the cables.

"All you have to do it just sit back and relax, I'll take care of everything dear~"

Satan, he hated that tongue more than anything, the electrifying appendage easily slipping down his throat as he was forced into a kiss once again, the fight in his body non existent thanks to that blasted hypnosis. As disgusting as it was, saliva mixing and tingling electricity tickling his throat, something quiet in the back of his mind whispered to just let it happen. Even as his instincts and pride screamed to fight back, the tiny whisper spoke of letting go, how all the pain would go away if he just let Vox have his way. Horrifyingly, that whisper rang louder than the screams, Alastor vaguely thinking how things would be better if he followed its suggestion.

Fuck, what was happening to him?

 

Notes:

Oh BOY was this an interesting chapter to write

Chapter 7

Summary:

Conditioning begins

Notes:

So... uh... sorry for the lack of chapters and updates on either story y'all. I've been without power since Tuesday and it's been stressing out so much I can't really write. And then I only have power when a parent is home to run the generator so... yeah... that's my life rn.

A routine started after that first meal, it was the only way that Alastor was able to keep track of time, though he had a small inclination that the actual amount of time wasn't as great as he thought as his mind would often wander away from him. Even though he was getting food, the fact Vox forced the disgusting vegetables on him did nothing to alleviate his true hunger, the gnawing pain of needing meat digging to his bones. More than once the deer had imagined biting off the tongue that always found its way down his throat after each meal, the small amount of meat would do wonders for finally ebbing away his curse, but of course, his captor was overly cautious, and refused to engage unless he was under hypnosis. One of these days Vox was going to mess up, to forget one of his little precautions, and when that happened Alastor was going to take full advantage.

Ear flicking, his eyes return to focus on the opening of the door, the television demon sauntering in with two covered plates in his hands. Curious, Alastor took a small sniff of the air to see if he could pick up what else the demon was hiding, eyes going wide and mouth salivating at the smell of meat. Stomach twisting and mind screaming for the flesh, red eyes followed the technological sinner as he got closer, taking his usual spot in front of the bound deer with a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

"Someone seems excited, I'd say I wonder why but I'm pretty sure I know."

Alastor doesn't listen to his captor, eyes glowing brightly as they remain on the covered plate he is positive has meat. Numb claws flex a bit, joints tingling trapped between his back and the wall, and the cables holding him in place feel so much more constricting. Seeing how the deer was completely focused on the plates, Vox just rolled his eyes before removing the covers, revealing the usual vegetable spread on the first. The second, much to the cannibal's joy, was a pile of bloody and raw meat cut into neat little squares. The smell was amazing, heavenly even, the deer's grin stretching wide as saliva began to drip from between his fangs. 

"Geez, Al, never seen you this motivated by food before. Heh, good to know."

Alastor didn't even feel as claws pierced his cheeks, hand gripping his chin as Vox carefully picked up a piece of meat between two claws, the blood dripping off as he brought it closer to the hungry sinner who leaned forward as far as he could to get it sooner.

"Alright Al, you know the deal. Open wide~"

With no hesitation the demon opened his mouth wide, tongue sticking out expectantly as he waited, soft pants escaping as his eyes stayed focused on the flesh. If his mind wasn't so focused on getting the needed nutrients, the whine that escaped his throat at the slow approach of the meal would have the deer flush with embarrassment, but as it was his only focus was food.

Finally, the cube was placed in his mouth, the taste and blood making him shiver with a strange feeling stronger than joy that he couldn't place the name to. He didn't care though, even as Vox shoved the food further back to his throat, the only thing he cared about was getting it to his stomach and finally calming the raging hunger in his gut. As he swallowed the piece, mind in bliss, the sudden sharp and painful feeling spasming his throat made all the joy disappear. Pulling away quickly on instinct, teeth catching on the TV demon's knuckles slightly while the claws on his face left small gashes in their wake, the deer couldn't stop the coughing that escaped as his throat and stomach continued with the painful spasms. What in Satan's name was that?!

"You ok there Al? Not hungry?"

Shifting his eyes up to his captor, the radio demon glared at the not-so-subtle smirk on the media demon's face, the faux concern not being hidden in his voice as he spoke. Had he been in a better state of mind or at full power, Alastor would have snapped or yelled at his rival to demand what he did, but as his eyes caught the next piece of meat getting closer it was hard to remain focused. Even as his instincts warred within him, one side wanting to tear into the meat, the other more cautious side pointed back to just a moment ago with the pain. Maybe it was a one-time thing? Perhaps an errant chemical or maybe wherever the meat came from was a bit tainted. Not that the deer hadn't eaten tainted meat before and held his own, this was just a bit... different.

"Do you not want it? I can always just take it away, it'll go to waste though."

Static in the room grew as the idea of his food being taken away sent the deer into a rage, eyes turning to radio dials and antlers elongating as they scratched against the wall behind him.

"M̶̱̘͑̅͑̈̓̀̆͆Į̶̛͓͙̼͖̥͉͔͎̰̣̤ͅŅ̵̻̬̳͖̱̝͈̞͂̂͗̆̈́̋͋̎̆̉̕̚͜E̴̡̜̹͚̟̮̝̼̩̫̅̋́͐̍̈́̍̚̚͝ͅ!̸͈̫̳̪͇͌͗"

Vox barely had a second to react as teeth snapped around the cube of meat, claws pulling away and dropping the food before it disappeared behind the rows of sharp teeth, the cannibal deer growling before swallowing it whole. Just like last time, the initial taste was comparable to heaven in Alastor's mind, but as the food traveled down his throat and to his stomach it was once again assaulted with sharp painful spasms followed by rough coughs.

What the hell was going on? Why was the meat attacking him? Why did it hurt? It should be making him feel better, yet as the pieces lay in his stomach the burning pain was hard to ignore. Movement out of the corner of his eye being Alastor back from his thoughts, looking at the outstretched hand now holding a vegetable, the bland excuse called food making the deer recoil back instinctively.

"Hey, hey, it's ok. You need to eat and it seems you were having trouble with the meat. So why don't we try this first and then go back to the meat?"

That idea sounded terrible, his mind screaming that it would only bring more pain yet at the same time begging him to eat more, even if the vegetable gave no nutritional value or curbed any of his cursed hunger. It was something, much more than he could readily expect from the television demon, but the prey part of his mind was starting to win over.

"There we go, such a good boy."

Face flushing a dark red, Alastor pulled his head away and let out a distasteful grunt to the media overlord, glaring.

"I am not a pet and you'll do well to remember that."

Vox held his hands up in a placating gesture, a smile never leaving his face as he picked up more from the vegetable plate and held it out to the deer. Reluctantly, as much as he wanted to ignore or bite the other, hunger won out in Alastor's mind as he slowly opened up to receive the food. From there it was calm, each vegetable met with a gentle and comforting touch, yet each piece of meat met with pains in his stomach and throat. Maybe today was just a strange day? Tomorrow he's sure the meat will be perfectly acceptable and he'll be able to gain his strength back. For now... vegetables will have to do.

Notes:

I like to think that, in a situation where starvation or extreme hunger comes in, Alastor's deer instincts will start to kick in more.

Chapter 8

Summary:

Vox uses Alastor's pride against him

Notes:

Ok, I'm sorry it's been over a month since the last chapter. I desperately wanted to finish the last 4 chapters of A Smile Not His Own cuz I was in a bit of a roll with that one. Now that's it's done, back to this!

Just be aware y'all, I'll be leaving for a week so story updates may not be happening until I get back. I'll see how much I get done on my vacation. Either way enjoy this next chapter!

Vox was sitting at his desk, tapping away at the keyboard for some email he doesn't particularly care about, eyes finding it hard to focus as they kept flicking over to the screen showing his captive. The deer was currently sleeping, a round of hypnosis sending the sinner into a deep slumber so the TV overlord could return to work he'd been neglecting all day. While it's important to keep his bound little buck on a schedule, and of course feeding Alastor was important, he'll really need to start getting the other demon on a proper schedule for when he's finally allowed out of the room.

Sending the email he didn't really put much effort into writing, he pushes away the screen before pulling up a file marked as "Breaking Alastor", quickly typing things down in the "Need to Do" section. Frankly, there were still many things in that growing section, and with a limited time of a few weeks before the pesky hotel could start getting in the way he needed to work fast. Glancing back at the sleeping sinner on the screen, Vox can't help but grimace in annoyance before writing more in the file. He's made much more progress than expected, the bouts of unconsciousness he forced on Alastor would make the deer think more time has passed than it has, but eventually, the overlord will have to get him back on a normal schedule. That, and getting him to eat normally would be nice, purging those cannibalistic tendencies would make things much safer for the TV show host.

"Voxy, amorcito, why do you continue to play with your food? Wouldn't it be easier to just make him a mailable little plaything? Seeing you so wound up over such a prude is so sad."

Vox sighed, running a clawed hand down his screen exasperated, swiping the files away before making the camera feed of Alastor larger. He wanted to ignore Valentino, fingers drumming on the table as he watched the unconscious deer, but it seemed the moth wanted to hand tonight as the long arms wound their way around his body.

"So much effort into one little demon, are you really so desperate to make him yours?"

"Cut it out, Val, I'm not in the mood to deal with you. I've got work to catch up and I have to get back to Alastor's conditioning."

He tries to push the arms away, but Valentino keeps himself pressed against the smaller demon, arms stroking his chest and the side of his screen. He can practically hear the purring in his voice as the porn director speaks.

"If you really want him that badly, you could always send him to me. I'm sure I could break the little Bambi easily~"

Sparks shot between the TV demon's antennas, swiftly knocking the limbs all over his body away before turning to his business partner with an enraged look, screen bright and hypnotic eye swirling manically. Just the thought of Valentino touching Alastor sent the overlord into a rage. That was his deer, no one else's. Ą̶̨͇̺̠̮͖̹̳̩̱̏́́̃̌̌̀̎l̴̤͇͇͍̲̆̂͊́͜l̵̰̤̃ ̵̢̛̮͓̘̜͇̬̥̼̔̍̅̂͗͒̈́̔̀͜͝͠h̴̪̖̺̗̗̀i̴̡̧͕̹̼̬͈̝̜̯͈͎̤̊͒͊͠ś̸̡͙͕͔̳͈̝̝̺̙̝̪͚͎̪͐.̶̢̢̝̟̻̙̻̭̻̠̦͔̖̹̇̾̐̈͝ͅ

"You will not fucking touch him! You won't even be in the same fucking room as him, I don't want you anywhere near him until he's mine! D̵̢̰̹̀͂́̀͑̍̈̋͒ờ̶̢̩̩͇̦̀̆̑̐̂̐̚̕ ̶̨̯͔̰̤̲̯̮͚̭̤͘͜y̷̡̡̭͕̬̲̬̩̠̼̱̟̬̩̲͊̽͋̃͑ö̸̧̡̲͚͍͔̣̱̫̹̞́̈́͆͆̔͛̅̄̋̈́̈͝ų̶̡̢̰̖͈̼̱̖̬̥̦͙̩̹̔̊̄͘ ̶̛͕̞̈́͊̀͘u̵̲̇̌̾̕͠͠n̶̰͎̬̦̻̖̝̝̻͎̩͕̦̂̈̑̓̀͋́̑̇̊͐̉͘͜͝͝d̷̡̢̲̣͔̬̩̟̮͈̪̖̄͛͐̉̀̃̈́̒͗̓̓͛̌͛͘e̸̛̪͔̯͎̞̻̟̬̊̊̍͌̌̽͗͆͐̄̚̕͘r̸̨̹̻̣̬̭͕̹͎̎͑̔̉̈́̅̽̇̑̂̌͊͗͋͠s̵̲͈̬̻̯̭͚͍͍͍̬̻̮̖̎̀́͆̆͂͒̚͠t̴̟̳͙̝̿̊̏̔͆͘̕̚a̵̡̫̗͙̜͙̝̹͉̝͖͍̫̟͐́̂̾͂͠n̶̰̘͕͈̳̬̹̙̦̞̬̣̼̟̅͂͗́̓͂ͅd̴̢͎̤͎̟̀͌̆̀ ̶̨̢̙̼̦̾̆̉́͒̓͑̍̂̈́̓͘͜͝m̵̡͕͉̗̠̞͉͉͓̫̐̄̈̽͛̃̅͘ẽ̸͍̓͋̆̐̋!̶̗̗̼͇̙̱͎̙̘̖̩͎͖̯̾͐̑̑̊̚͠͝ͅ"

He could see the dangerous look in Valentino's eyes, sharp teeth grinding together as he grinned down at the shorter demon, taking his pipe out and lighting the end.

"Whatever you say Voxy. Amante estúpido."

The last part was said more quietly, but intentionally loud enough for Vox's automatic translator to pick up the words and relay the meaning back to the television star. He felt his own pixelated teeth grind together, grin wide as his eye twitched at the intentional insult, the moth trying to humiliate him in his own damn office. Damn, his pride, claws piercing through his desk as he went to lay into the sleazy demon, pausing as an idea came to his mind. Without giving Val the attention he was obviously trying to get, Vox quickly sat back down and began to quickly type away on his keyboard, pushing the video feed to a smaller screen while he began pulling up videos and audio files.

"Uh, Vox, what the fuck are you doing?"

"You just gave me a great idea on how to really break down Alastor. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner! It's perfect!"

Of course, the moth was only more confused, and a little bit miffed, considering Vox has once again started ignoring him and did not explain anything. With a huff and a puff of pink smoke, Valentino sauntered out of the room, mumbling incoherently as the television demon continued to work furiously on his computer.

"This is going to be fucking great!"

Alastor woke with a groggy groan, body feeling uncomfortably stiff and mind fuzzy as it tried to catch up with everything. He's not sure how long he was asleep, or exactly when he passed out, but he had an inkling it may be another day passed. Something in the back of his mind, buried deep under a strange fuzz and numbness, whispered that the amount of time he's been trapped in this prison is far less than he thinks, but considering the amount of times he's fallen asleep that has to be false... right? 

His ears twitch at the sound of the door opening, his mouth starting to salivate as the call for food takes over his instincts, red eyes focusing on the rival sinner as he saunters into the room with a wide grin on his screen. And lack any tray of food in sight. The edges of his smile turn into a grimace, eyes narrowing as the instinct for food gets pushed aside so his anger towards the overlord takes over, a growl vibrating in his chest not that his mind seems a bit less hazy.

"Really, Al? Growling? What are you, an animal? I thought you were better than this."

Hate-filled eyes followed the movement of his captor, watching as Vox circled around his bound form like a shark hunting its prey, the deer trying to shift around slightly on the ground so he could keep him in his view. That grin didn't leave the insufferable sinner's face, red streaking down the corner of his mouth, something Alastor didn't like the implications of at all.

"Come now, Al, I thought we were getting along great. I even brought you food and healed your wound for you! Where's my thanks for all my hard work?"

"If you think for a single solitary second I would ever show you any appreciation for how you've manhandled me, you are far more idiotic than I thought."

"Really? You didn't seem to feel that way yesterday when I gave you lunch. You were practically licking my fingers clean. Almost like a puppy."

Alastor felt his eye twitch, sneering and growling deeply as he twisted his neck to keep watching Vox, claws digging into his palms and ears pinning back in distaste. The dog comment especially made him angry, he's not a fucking dog.

"You insufferable, malignant malware, sorry excuse for entertainment. When I get out of here I swear I will tear your disgusting limbs apart and force you to watch as I feed whatever organs you have to your own sharks."

The rival overlord stopped, staring at the deer for a moment before being overcome by laughter, holding his sides as if Alastor had just told the most hilarious joke in the universe. The sound made rage boil in the cannibal's blood, eyes shifting to radio dials and antlers extending out as he rolled onto his stomach, static bouncing off the walls to follow his angry voice.

 

 

"W̴̨̨̨̧̫͈̘͉͕̻͙̝͇̱̳̭͈̭̖̝̬̼̳͙̯̜̊̆̽̇̅́̄̒̊̑͘͘̚͜͝ͅH̵͙̖͖̘̫̻̯̱̺̾̍̽̏͂͛̌̋̂̆̒̈̽͋̈́̑͛̒͌̽̇̀́̔̂̓͘͘͝͝A̸̢͖͍̦̪̱̓Ṭ̵̡̪̦͎̬͇̣̝̩͎͉̣͇͔̠̝͖̏̂̋̕͝ ̶̱͎̦̫̳̥͎͉̗̫̦̠̠̠̫͈̩̘͉͓̤͇̣͇͇̺̮̉̑̓̿̐̋̍̈́̌͊̉̔͛̄͒̎̽̅́̋̐͜͜͜͠͝͠Į̵̧̛̛̟̻͖̬͍̝̫̯̞͙̤̣̞͔̦̰͕̃̀͐̋͌́̐͑̅̍̈S̷̛̛͍̬̩͓͎̱͕̖͎̰͖̄̊̌͂̒͐̾̇̆̂̊̍͆̀̋̋̀͘̕͘͠͝͝ ̷̡̨̧̧̨͓͓͎̦̟̘͎̹̗͉̤͙̣̮͖̮̞̱̱͕͉̮̲̊͛̇̍̋̃̅̄̍̈́̐͜͠S̴̛̼͓̠̜̻̭͖̹̰͕̲͓͚͓̮͚̰̖̱̲̯̣̞͙͇̻̩̙̀ͅǪ̶̛̛͖̪̠̬͕̥̞͖͓̻̰̞̹̜͖͓̮̳̙͍̼͈͕̞̞̖̱̓̎͋̍̊͛̓̂̊̈́͛̋͑̉͘͠ ̶̫͉̘̈Ḟ̸̡̧̧̨̻͙̮͕̪̤̹̙̺̞̪͙̮̘̯͈̫̩̮̝̥̖̓͊̉͐͜ͅU̶̪͔͌́́̄̋̐̑̈́̎̓͌̍̒͂̚̕C̵̡̭͖̳̰̜̟͔͎̖̗͈͔͚͉̘̣̲̦̜̟̗̒̇̓K̴̙̀́̏̈͘Į̵̛̳̝̳̒̐͐̿̎̏͒̍̓͋̕̚N̴̢̢̟͚̲̯̜̦̫̮͚̦̦̝͇͊̋̈́̋̑̑̎̇̅̐̐̀̚ͅG̵̡̨̨̡̧̨̮̝̗͔̝̟̖̗̪̲̺͔̹̩̮͈̈́͆̆͛͋͌͌̌̍̔͆̀̔̈́͆̐̌͗̕̚̚͝͝͠ ̸̢͉̟̜̙̻̺͚͉̺̻͚̩̩̰̮̈̿F̵̛͍͈̜̱̜̬͓̱̮̙̰̏̒͂͑̊́́̂̐̕͜Ǘ̵̧̡͖̮͎̲̘̣̟͙̹̻̣͍͎̭͖̼̺̙̭̋͂̇̈́̚͠Ǹ̴͓̲͈̩̈́͌́̔̅̅͘N̸̢̢̡̤̮̩̥̳̙͉͖̺͈̞̻̭̠̰͕͋͐͆́̈̾̅̍͂̏͐́̒̏̈́͒͝Ỷ̶̡̧̛̪̲̰͓͖̖̺̦̯͚̹̖͕̺͖͎̝͖̗̳̻̰̏̆̂̈́̆̀̒̌̃͝ ̸̧̧̧͈̰͈̟͉̠̗͖͕̫̦̊͜Ŷ̷̢̡̧̠͍̣̻̦͎͕̦̫̭̹̟̯̲̙̲͎̞̖͈̜̂̓̿͊̈́̓̿̀͒̎̕̕ͅÖ̶̳̰̺́̈́͐̿̓̾̀͊́̀͐̌͝Û̴̱͈̦̗̯̫͚̙̝͈̜͈͎͎͇͍̰̳̖̬͖̱̈́̆̽́̉͒̃̽̋͌̕ͅ ̴̡̲̹́̌̀̐͋͒̆͐̉̄Ş̷̡̙̝̺̠̞̻͔͈̤̰̼̥͈̤̞̺̭̜͓̙̥̰͂̂͗̐̂̍̀͋̏̀͆̐͊̇̈́̐̌͌̈́̏͂͐̕͝ͅO̷̝͌͗̑̈͒̍͝Ŗ̷̧̧͙̬̟̜̺̪̖̬̘̗̫̠͓̘̫͖̰̪̯͛̀͐̕Ŗ̴̧̛̻̲͙̻͙͚̤̮̩͈̘̜͕͖͇̬̤̺̬̥̟͎̝͖̖͋͋̑̅͒̅̓̽̏̉̓̑͛͛̔̔͋͋͊͌̋͘͘͜ͅY̴̧̗̓̑̽̂͊͌̎̎̌̑̐͘ͅ ̴̢̡̡̡̛̛̼̩͎̜̝̼̪̺̬̗͎̭̻͖͔͍̹̭͚̤̟̗̈̌͐̈͊̓̅̆̋͐̈́͐̊͊͒̆̑̚͝E̸̡̢͖̘̫̭͎̰̣͚̭̗͔͔̬̞̼̻͍͖̹̪̹͓̍̓̇͆̊̈́̒̿̀͜͜͜͝X̵̯̌͛̽Ç̸̨̧̧͎̻͍̺̖̼͎̞͍̪̰̹̫̯͇͎͖̗̩̾̍̋̀̆́͘Ų̶͓͍͈̙̗̮͇͎͓̈́̈́͂̂̌̈͘͝͠S̸̟̰͍̦̙͎͍̬̘̭͎̬͇̈́̓̑̅Ę̵̧̡̳̤̬̤̻̼̱͔̬͚̼̯͓̤͍̀̓̀͆͋͋̐̄̆̈́̃͋͂̔̈͋̋͑̓̊̽̓͐̍̕͝͝͠͝͠ ̴̞̱́͒̐̇̚F̷͔͈̑̇͆̿̉͐̃̄̒͑̇̀̂͊̾͝͝Ơ̶̢̒͐̔̎̿̂̈́̒̃̌͑͒̓͗̚͝͝R̸̢̢̡̛̺̠̫͍͖̯̝͎̫̫̰̙͎̰̮̥̙̟̺̩̠̖̓̀̄̀̏̉͐͝ ̵̛̜̗̹͙̼̬̝̫̜͍͙̯̠̺͖̟͖̳̖̬̩̳̝͖̮́̔̑̾̐̐̊̀̃́̆͘͘̚͘͜͠͠ͅͅA̵̡̡̡̬͇͕̲̦̰͚̝̙̥̳͙̞̲̠͈̦̰̟̖̱̞̜͋̈̈͋̍́͆̿͗̀̄͂͂̚͘͝-̷̡̡̯̬̜̱̹̮̥̼̞̘̹̝̪̰̤͙͕̝̗͎͌̎͌̏̎̀̈͑͑"

 

 

"You're not going to do shit to me, because if you do I'll release the footage."

All the rage in Alastor's body dissipated instantly, looking at the TV show host with confusion, mind scrambling to try and think about what type of footage the other might have that could be used as a bargaining chip. He didn't have to wait long, the sinner's screen switched to a recording the deer was all too familiar with, and the hotel's rooftop was a location of shame for him.

"That's right, I've got video proof of you getting your ass handed to you by Adam. And that's not all either."

The screen switches again, multiple smaller screens all depicting him in the room he's in now, sometimes alone and other times with Vox, each one showing how weak he is. How pliant and obedient he was for his captor. Feeling shame flush his face, he tried to look away, only for cables to wrap around his head and force Alastor to keep looking. It was horrible, the sounds of his whimpers, shrieks, cries, and even his moans all assaulted his ears in the overlapping videos.

"That's right, Al, I've got all this footage and more. If you even think about hurting me or the others, all of this gets put on every damn social and news site in the Pentagram. Not only will you be a laughing stock, but everyone will know just how much of a weakling you are. See how far you can survive then."

"I-I could-"

"Kill me and the footage gets released anyway. Backup files and failsafes are wonderful for any occasion. And this is the technology you so desperately refused to evolve with. See how much it's fucked you over now."

This was bad, very very bad, and Alastor knew this. Vox had everything he could ever need to put a huge target on the deer's back while he was weak, still healing from his angelic wound. With no knowledge of how any of these fancy doohickies worked, it would be impossible to remove any chance of these videos leaking out. He was well and truly fucked.

A cold hand touches his face, Alastor quickly flinches away before looking up at Vox, the feeling of dread in his stomach mingling with the bugs crawling under his skin from the contact. The action seemed to agitate the TV host, claws digging into the deer's cheeks and forcing eye contact, the captive sinner wearily watching for the hypnotic eye to pop up.

"Look at you, so pathetic. And just think, you're stuck here until I get tired of you. I wonder how long it'll take before you break."

Notes:

Massive glitched text reads as: WHAT IS SO FUCKING FUNNY YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A-

Chapter 9

Summary:

Vox takes to humiliating the poor deer boy

Notes:

TW for very no good non-Consentual touch (it doesn't go too far) and mentions of vomit at the ****

Rage boiled in Alastor's blood, the emotion mixing with the utter shame and humiliation he felt as Vox felt oh so prideful at his humiliation. The overlord had taken to personally seeing that his blackmail on the deer would grow, forcing him into utterly distasteful and downright egregious positions not befitting the typically prudish sinner. Such as now, whatever disgusting fantasies Vox seemed to harbor became more and more depraved as time went on. The sound of a camera shutter going off made the captive demon growl, ears pinning back in distaste. He knew all too well that the bindings and lingering angelic magic in his wound prevented his typical technological interference. That doesn't mean he would sit back and just take whatever Vox did to him. 

"Fuck, you look so good like this Al, I should have done this so much sooner!"

Alastor just let out another growl, claws digging into his palms and he tried to wiggle out of the cables wound around his body, forcing him to remain in the position Vox wanted him in. Red eyes slowly peeked up at the large mirror the TV demon had situated in front of him, something about him wanted the deer to see what was happening to him, disgust coating his mouth at the image he stared at. There he was, the infamous Radio Demon, the metal prongs of a muzzle digging into his lips and an all too frilly maid dress on his body. The moment Vox had brought the disgusting outfit into the room Alastor went into a rage, nearly impaling his captor with his elongated antlers, just the thought of the demon touching him to try and fit the dress on him made his stomach roll. Of course, fighting was useless, leaving him tired, covered in electrical burns, now sporting the muzzle and the mirror as a punishment. 

Feeling hands trail down his sides, Alastor jolted back into awareness, eyes wide in a sudden panic at the touch. Instinctively he tried to wiggle away, the cables holding his chest to the ground and hips up only tightening in his struggles, warning shocks traveling over his body. 

"Why so tense deer? It's just a little touch."

He let out a grunt of displeasure, hoof stomping on the ground in a warning as he continued to try and wiggle away, tail flagging up to show its underside. If his ears could press any further down they would, hearing the amused laugh from his rival sending shame and disgust through his chest, a clawed hand suddenly grabbing his tail harshly and causing a startled squeak to escape. There's a pause, a moment of silence as what happened began to sink in, the deer's face starting to heat up with shame as the despicable display of weakness forced out of him. The shame grew worse as Vox's laughter grew, the overlord practically falling over as he held his sides, pixelated tears forming as he practically wheezed at his new discovery.

"Oh my fucking Satan this is fantastic! You fucking squeak! Like a fucking fawn! Haha! The big bad Radio Demon is nothing but a tiny little fawn! Oh, this is so good I can't breathe!"

The hand grabbed his tail again, forcing another squeak out of him, the fluffy appendage quivering as claws started to card through the fur from base to tip. Alastor bites his tongue, tasting the blood fill his mouth as he swallows it and the noises that want to come out, the warm fluid resting in his uneasy stomach. Vox continued to play with his tail, his body instinctively trying to free the sensitive bundle of nerves, the fluff twisting and flicking to get out of the disgusting touch. At least it was somewhere he could ignore for the most part, only a small portion of his body even if it was far too sensitive, the bugs under his skin crawling and festering. Taking slow, deep breaths, Alastor forced his mind to ignore the constant touch to his tail, instead focusing on keeping his nausea at bay. It worked for the most part, the deer being able to push out the touch, letting his nerves and tension bleed away slowly. At least, until those pointed claws found their way to his sides again.

A yelp of pain as the sharp tips dug into his ribs, small tears ripping into the maid dress as puncture wounds found their way into his flesh, shocks of electricity coming from the points as well as the cables tightening around his body once again.

"Don't you dare think you can just dissociate like that. This is a punishment and you're not going to get out of it that easily."

****

Vox practically leaned over the bound deer, a menacing grin on his face visible through the mirror, the claws in his ribs gripping harder. He could feel the electrical signal coming off the television demon, trying to suppress his own radio signals, a shiver running down his body as the voice spoke right into his ear.

"This is humiliation, deer. You're not supposed to enjoy it, though I'm sure someone like you enjoys making others feel the same way. I bet you get off to it, don't you? You try to act all prudish but you're a freak like the rest of us down here, humiliation isn't a rare kink either so stop acting so special. Stop acting like you're above all of us."

The nausea in his stomach came back tenfold, eyes going wide as his captor's hands trailed down his body, claws grazing over his sides and hips before moving down to his stomach. Either Vox didn't notice or he didn't care how the deer's breathing began to pick up, frantic panting coming through the muzzle as his body began to shake, mouth starting to fill with saliva a familiar feeling he hadn't experienced since he was alive began to rise in his throat. The TV overlord leaned further against the demon, practically caging the animal in as their body were pressed together, those wandering hands moving lower and lower at an agonizingly slow speed. 

"I bet you're getting off on this right now, aren't you? I bet you love to humiliate others but this is just as much of a turn-on for you. You must be so pent up, why don't you let me help? I'm sure I can-"

The next moments happen far too fast for Alastor to comprehend, a stark contrast to the roaming claws moving in slow motion, everything turning to a blur after that.

Vox wasn't sure what happened at first, he was bent over his captive, ravishing in his humiliation and ready to prove that he was just like everyone else in hell. He could feel Alastor's tail quivering as it was trapped against his stomach, a wide grin on his face as he went to reach for his prize, only having a moment to see that there was no indication of excitement at all through the boxers before everything went to hell. The second he barely touched the area, a loud screech of static rang across the room, wrangling with his own electrical current and momentarily throwing out his audio processors with how loud it was. The next moment the body under him began to convulse violently, the deer's breathing growing labored before the sound of gagging and a splash hit the floor. The scent of acid hit his smell receptors, pixelated eyes looking down to see a large pile of vomit on the ground, bits dripping out of the holes in the muzzle, and a glassy look in Alastor's eyes as his breathing continued to come out labored.

"Shit."

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While the maid dress wasn't removed, Vox did remove the muzzle from his face and allowed the cables to recede, finally letting the deer lay on his side as exhaustion wound its way through his body. Eyes unfocused and ears limp against his head, legs curled up protectively as he refused to look up at his captor. The overlord was just staring at him, eyes narrowed in the way Alastor remembered to be his thinking face, arms crossed and heeled boot-tapping against the ground repetitively as if waiting for the deer to say something. When he didn't, Vox was the first to speak.

"The fuck is wrong with you? After all of that and nothing. How the fuck could you not feel anything after all that?"

Of course, the egotistical demon would be more caught up in the fact he didn't feel any enjoyment in whatever the other did, somehow not understanding that not everyone would find enjoyment in such activities, how predictable.

"I've never had anyone not react before. Fuck! I've had even the most prudish assholes at least feel something! But you? Nothing! You're like a broken toy!"

Ah, yes, as if he hadn't heard that many times before in both his life and the afterlife. As if not indulging in any lustful acts made him broken, on the contrary, he just never felt a desire for such a thing before, why people had such a hard time understanding that was beyond him.

"Au contraire, old pal, I did indeed feel something. Utter disgust and revulsion, obviously."

Vox growled, storming over to the deer and roughly grabbing his face, Alastor instinctively tried to pull away as the bugs began to crawl under his skin again.

"Bullshit! You can't be immune to any of this! I read that deer tails are sensitive and especially in sinners it'll cause some type of stimulation! How is it you could just not feel anything?!"

Alastor is silently glad whatever being there was that Vox didn't continue the abuse on his tail, dread pooling in his stomach as to what might have happened had it not been left alone. Curse this body.

"Hate to break it to you, well actually I don't, but I've never felt such feelings before."

"You're full of shit! I know for a fact you have to be lying! And I'm going to fucking prove it!"

Forcing Alastor to look at him, the hypnotic eye began to swirl quickly, the deer freezing before going limp, mind screaming to run. He was terrified of what the other had planned, how easily he fell to the hypnotic gaze now, being nothing but a pliant and malleable doll for his rival.

"I don't believe for one moment that you've never felt anything for all the time we've known each other. So you're going to go through every single memory and we are going to find the moment where I know you felt something. Now... start from the beginning."

Alastor struggled to fight the command, memories playing back through his mind like a movie, breath coming out quickly as it happened.

"It... started the day you fell into hell..."

 

Notes:

I'm thinking of taking part in whumptober with the Al's from this story and A Smile Not His Own. I am an angst goblin after all

Chapter 10

Summary:

A trip down memory lane: the day Alastor met vox

Notes:

I finally got this chapter done. I had to remember where I was in this story and then work killed me for a few weeks

It was a typical day in hell, sinners in the streets causing chaos all around, some cleaning up the copious amounts of bodies left behind from the extermination just a day prior. Alastor, having no real goal in mind, confidently walked along the sidewalk with his typical wide grin and a little tune humming around him. Predictably, anyone that would get too close scattered away from Radio Demon, preferring to not be eaten alive or wind up on his next broadcast if the deer was in a particularly foul mood. Of course they didn't need to know he was quite jovial today, looking around at all the destruction from another yearly cull to the population, courtesy of the heavenly army. Oh if only he could find something to entertain him, the demon having felt rather lackluster and bored in recent years, not even making deals with newly fallen souls could keep his enjoyment for long. 

Until something changed.

Alastor prided himself on never showing weakness, especially in public, having cultivated his persona and reputation meticulously. Especially for a powerful overlord like him, showing even a smidgen of weakness could lead to danger or worse, knowing quite well the depravity many of the souls who came to this infernal realm would partake in. Never once had the demon deer ever faltered or hesitated. So color him surprised when something pricked at his skin, causing his steps to halt and his ears to quiver, the ambient radio static surrounding him popping slightly as something pushed against it. Whatever it was, it was far away but closing in rapidly.

Glancing around the now empty streets, he began to scan the area for what could possibly be interfering with his radio waves, curiosity hiding his confusion as the source continued to approach even though there was no soul in sight. It was by chance that Alastor looked up, glowing red eyes locking onto a figure falling from the sky, a shadowy tendril snaking across the ground and coiling as the body landed against it with a heavy thud. The long appendage wrapped itself around the newly fallen sinner, lifting the obviously unconscious form higher so that Alastor could get a better look, an eyebrow quirking at the unique features of this new soul. 

While his body was most definitely human shaped, quite surprising considering how many animal like sinners there were, the most interesting aspect was the large and bulky television set complete with the antenna where a head should have surely been. Sparks seemed to fly from the protruding bulbs at the top, the screen dark except for a pair of spiraling red eyes, the image reminiscent of how Niffty would draw her characters dizzy. The most curious thing, however, was the waves of interference that seemed to emanate from the body, the limp form seeming to radiate a strange signal that mixed with his own radio waves. 

"How curious."

Alastor didn't know what possessed him in that moment, his hand reaching out almost on its own, a single claw lightly tapping one of the sparking baubles on the television head. Of course he got a small shock for his troubles, that was to be expected, but what wasn't was everything else that happened. The shock seemed to travel all through his body, tingling everything down to his bones, and whatever electrical waves that pushed against his own seemed to merge together, causing his radio static to pop and screech, his vision quickly getting covered with static at the assault. It was all so much, never before had he met someone who's signal could not only push against his own but match it so perfectly, though he could feel the slight difference in their frequencies. It was nauseating how he could feel the emotions this pathetic sinner harbored at the time of his untimely death.

When his vision finally returned, he noticed that his tendril had receded from the shock, the mysterious soul now fully awake as it stared at Alastor. It would be humorous, seeing those pixelated eyes so wide as if it'd just seen a ghost, but the spike in the electrical waves assaulting his own caused a headache to form in the deer's skull. This was decidedly not entertaining or amusing as he thought it'd be.

"Oh do stop staring like that, your screen will freeze like that and it's quite rude."

 

 

"Ẑ̸̨̡̛̺͕̫͉̟̘̹͎̝̯̼̘̗̟̺͙̪͈͔͎̎̃̆͌͌͜ͅZ̸̛̠̬̯̈͊̅̔̎̍̊̐͗̇̇͌͘̚Ẕ̶̧̛̛̟̳͚̭̮͕͕̥͂̈́͊͒͛̏̔̀͗̂̾̑͗͐̌̉̏̄̈́̔̒̈́̏̕̕͠͝͝Ŗ̷̰͇͈̺̗̭̝̏͗̒̍̍̂Ṱ̸̡͈̯̞̗̝̮̤͇̤͉͇̣̫̝̖̟̦̣͓̙͍̝͑̅̃̊̄̀̾̈́̎̌̆̐͌̓̄̑͆͂͗̋͂̈́̌̓̈́͘͝͠͠.̴̨̢͎̰̤̘̗̰̘̘̪̠̰͕̗̀̇̄̌͐̋̍͛͂͒͗̅̑̌͜.̸̡̥̱͔̭͔͙̟͔͓͙̳͙̩̥̗͕̹̝̞̹̼̦̠̀̂͆̿̀̄̚͝ͅ.̴̨̧̛̮̻̦̮͖̖̲̘͇͔͔͈̟͕̟̈́͑̔̀̓̌͒͌̄̂̓̈́͆̉̄̇̑̇̾̚͘.̵̛͉̯̗̐̅͗͗̈͂̊͆̿ ̵̨̡̙̲̜̭̫͖̘̼̬̗͔̠̠̤̩̙̖̦͖̘̤̑́̉̀͛̔́̓̀̋̂͗͆́̄͌̾͆̐̒̓̆̈́͘̚͘͜͜͠ͅͅḆ̷̢͈͈͍͍̮͎͔̦͉̗̙̝͇͕̾͊̔̆̒̑͆̑͗̏͒͛͊̇̍̂̎̀̀̆̊͑́͂̐͂́̋̂͜͠Z̶̡͆̓́̉͗̇̐̌̈́̊̒̋̃̃̎̃̀͋̌̍͘͘Z̸̦̣̝̣̮̦̝̅͐͐̂̀͐͗̋̈́̄̑̎̒͝͝͝T̴̛̖̞͆̓͗̊̿̈̏̀̏͛̍͑̕͝͝.̵̧̢̛̺̯̲͚̠͙͉̞̜̺̄͋̃̓̀̽͌̉͒͗̈́̉̉̉̅̋͋́̄͗̾̈̀̒͛̕̕͜͝͝.̵̧͚̦̬̠̼̣͉̯̝̩̤̬̖̭̮̺̦̘̪̝̪̞͇͍̳̖͗̈́̐̓͋̓̑̕͜ͅ.̴̡̧̛̯̹͍̦̺͔̻͉̪̠̘͛̾̒̀͆̽͛̔̂͆͂̔̇̄̔͛̒̓̃͒̄̓̿̃̇͒̈́̕ͅ.̷̛̙̰̦̮̬͇̯̌̽̔̊̏̓̏̒̽̎́̄̍̄̐̓͗̌̄͐̋̑͂̌̀̑̕͠ ̷̡̡̛̦̱̩͉̩̤̫̙̤͓̺̥̙͔͚̟̺͑͌̒͂̚͘̚͜Ź̸̧̨̛̠͍̗̞͇̻̻̘̰̣̰̖́͐͛͌̿̔̓͊̕ͅͅZ̴̧̢̰͈͔̰̜̪̞̞̘̮̥̳͈̔̎̾̄͋̅́͌͌͒̀ͅZ̴͇̹͓̦̈͗̇̌͗̅̎̉̂̅̋́̓̑̓̒̽͋͆̃́͑͑͒̕̕̕͠͠Z̷̳͔͖̳̩̻̯̣̠̋͋̾̂͋̈́̈́̈̈̔̕͝Ţ̷̛̛͚̖̺͎̻̦̝̄̾̍̀͛̿̈̌̓͑̌́̆̏̍̽̈̊̄̿̈́̅͠͝͠.̵̹̹̿.̷̢̡̻̰͓̱͍͙͔͕͕́̒̅̓̈́̓͒͂́́͊̽̓͜͜.̸̡̝͈̟͍̹̎̆͒̆̈͑͒͊̎́͝͝ͅ.̷̨̛̟̪̪̥̙͈̼̰͙͗ͅ ̵̨̛̟̙͒̒̎͊̎́̓͐̓̀̔̇̈́̅̍̒̄̉̇̄̄̎̄͊̉͌̚͜Ḅ̶͙̜̻͔̫̝̩̙̭̘̪̯͙͒Z̴̢̛̖̻̥̪̥͍̾̀͂̈́̓̀͠Z̶̧̛̛͖̱̬͐̃̀͑͊̓̋̔͊͒̓̚͘͠Z̴̛͎̦͔̣̰͓͋̍̔͆͐̒̈́̀̇̀̍̊̔́́̏͑͑͑̈͐̄̈̐̕͘͝͝͝ͅZ̴̨̧̧̡̥̦̦̜̹̥̠͇̫̘̠̪͔̤͈͇̼͙̯͇̞̬̬̒̇̋̂̓̑̀̒̉̂͋͑͐̈́̀̃̈́̍͘̚͝͝͠͝.̸̛̣̥͎̺͉̼̔̇̾̊̋̅̈́͛.̴̢̢̼͈̙̮͖̖̹͕̫̮̩̐̈́͗͒͝ͅ"

 

 

Oh now that sound was absolutely horrendous, the static grating on his already pounding head, a snarl ripping from his throat as he bent down to glare at the pathetic demon.

"You will refrain from making such tedious and disastrous sounds like that again if you wish to keep that head of yours attached to your body."

Blessedly the sound stopped, the soul looking at him with a terrified gaze that was much more fitting, his grin twisting a bit as he stood back up. While the blasted interference continued fo push against his own radio waves, without that poor excuse for speech assaulting his sensitive ears it was much easier to think and process what to do with this newly fallen sinner. He could help it, maybe get a deal or a new contract on his chain he could use later, first things first though. Get it to speak without destroying his eardrums. 

"I am aware this is quite a shock but do try to listen, as I will only go over this once. I'm not one to offer assistance so willingly, so do pay attention."

Using the end of his staff, he pushed that large and unfortunate television head up slightly to get a better look underneath, red eyes following the trail of circuits plastered over the demon's flesh like tattoos. He gazed from chest to throat, following the patterns meticulously, static growing slightly as the curious nature of its body. Part machine perhaps, that will make things much easier in retrospect. 

"Now, if these patterns on your body correspond to possible wiring beneath then this surely will be no problem. Everything should be connected properly as your fall didn't cause any damage."

Alastor quickly put his hand out, stopping the demon as it looked like it was about to speak again, his eyes narrowing dangerously in warning. At least it seemed to have some self preservation, instantly falling back and listening to the deer's explanation.

"It's truly not that difficult. Simply use these tedious little electrical waves you have flowing about and push some of them through your voice processor."

The television demons seemed a bit confused, waiting to see if it would get anything else, but when the overlord began to idly look at his claws it knew that was all it was getting. So with some trial and error, Alastor watched and listened, feeling the imposing interference slowly recede to a more bearable amount. The sinner also seemed to be getting the hang of it, the static in its voice turning into proper speech as it- he spoke for the first time.

"H-he... hello? Hello? What the hell, is that my voice? What the fuck is this? Why do I have a fucking television for a head? What kind of bullshit is this!"

Oh, quite the foul mouth on this one, though Alastor is not surprised, not everyone can be as respectful or proper like him and Rosie. Though his curiosity peaked once again as the demon in front of him slowly stood, the deer made sure to keep his eyes on that intriguing screen and nothing lower.

"I guess I should be thanking you for helping, since I know you didn't do this out of the kindness of your heart. So what do you fucking want?"

Oh, a smart one, that'll make things much more interesting. Perhaps this wayward and unique soul could offer some entertainment in his dull and uneventful life. Oh yes, he could work with this.

"Oh my good fellow, it seems you're a fast learner. Let's get you properly dressed first, shall we? Afterwards we can discuss some form of payment for my assistance."

Things will definitely be interesting. Well, let the games begin.

Chapter 11

Summary:

The rise and fall of the "friendship"

Notes:

Sooooooo. Ik it's been a hot minute since I last uploaded and I'm just gonna blame work. Because it's been busy and hectic. But hey, I'm back. And boy does it feel good to be back on the air! So enjoy this new chapter!

If Alastor had a word to call Vox the nice one would be ambitious, but since he didn't care to be nice he'd use the word hubristic. From his first day in hell, the television demon had "grand plans" of how to revolutionize the city into a more modern era. While the radio demon could always admire one's desire to grow, the way Vox was pushing it irked him.

"I'm telling you, Al, television is the way of the future! It's going to be big, huge! Just you wait!"

The deer couldn't help rolling his eyes, sipping a glass of rye as his... he's not going to say friend... acquaintance, continued to pace in front of him, a glass of bourbon sloshing around in his hand as he waved it around animatedly. 

"Vox, sit down. You're going to make a hole in your new floor."

Of course he was ignored, the tech demon continuing to ramble about things Alastor truly didn't care to listen to, instead pouring himself another cup of rye and bemoaning the eventual hissy fit he would have to listen to from the overactive man. 

"Just think, this is the beginning of something great! I've got so many souls already, that I can squeeze them for information and create a tech business that'll push hell into the future! And with you by my side, hah, who would ever think of messing with overlords like us!"

Ah, this again. The "us" talk that the deer wasn't particularly fond of. While he will admit he's pandered to the fast-growing overlord the past few months, it wasn't as if he actually considered the other anything more than entertainment. 

"Come on Al, times are changing! Television is the future!"

The couch beside him dipped, Vox finally taking a seat after constantly pacing, his arm grabbing Alastor's shoulder in a tight grip. Times like this he wondered why he ever gave the television demon the time of day.

"You would do well to remember your humility, Vox. One’s hubris has been the fall of many greater men than you."

The radio demon found a sort of sadistic joy whenever his words caused Vox to falter, that pixelated screen showing a hurt frown before being quickly hidden by his toothy grin. The one thing Alastor could say the man had going for him was a decent enough smile, could use some work though. 

"Just wait, you'll see just how good things are going to be! Hell will be ours!" 

If you had asked Alastor, he would have said Vox would have been struck down before being given the chance. The upstart overlord would have gotten in over his boxy head and would have gotten an angelic sword through the chest. Or perhaps an angelic bullet through the screen, either was highly probably in the deer's mind. So color him surprised that none of that happened. 

Time was an interesting thing in hell, sometimes it crawled at a snail's pace, and other times it whizzed by like a dragonfly, though that could be said about life as well so perhaps it wasn't that interesting. Alastor tended to lose track of time though, his focus on more important things such as the chain around his neck and fulfilling his duties, so when Vox approached him one day with a very tall and pompous moth it was quite a surprise. And not a particularly good one.

"Just think about it Al, our media is growing each day, we've grown powerful together the past few years! If we add another to the group, we can get even stronger!"

The radio demon did not like this moth, Valentino. He held an air of superiority and hung all over the television demon, a sickly sweet smoke seeping from his sharp maw that sent a chill of disgust down the deer's spine. 

"And what pray tell can this creature do to improve your power?"

Valentino looked ready to pounce on him, the glare would have sent a weaker demon to scurry away, but the attempted intimidation only made his eternal grin grow wider. A short temper, hm? Could be useful.

"Val is a porn director, we can have a whole new form of media to gain power and money! People are already eating up my tec and love our shows, if we give Val a position in our company, we can get even more."

Alastor couldn't help the grimace of disgust that crossed his face, his claws gripping the head of his microphone tightly. How dare Vox suggest something so repulsive? Porn? As if there wasn't enough debauchery in this hell hole, Vox wanted to send more out just to turn a profit? It was disgusting.

"Vox, of all the years I have known you, I never did think you would get to this point, I am truly impressed."

He sees the man try to speak, but the deer stops him by raising his hand, red eyes narrowed dangerously.

"However, to come to me with such a request is repulsive! To suggest giving this repugnant beast the ability to create filth for the denizens of hell that already get their fill of debauching themselves on anything that moves is utterly ridiculous and disgraceful. I thought you were better than that."

The look of hurt the television had on his face was amusing, paired with the moth spitting curses in Spanish would have made it almost amusing, except the way Vox was looking at him made him feel nothing but disgust. It wasn't like he kicked a kitten or something, he wasn't that much of a monster.

"A-Al, come on. I-I know you've never really been into this type of thing but think about it. This could be huge! We-"

"There is no 'we', Vox. There never has been and there never will be. I'm not sure what delusion has clouded your feeble mind but it's obvious my interference has run its course. So consider this farewell 'pal'." 

He turned away from the two demons, his steps firm and final as he began to walk away, a sense of relief filling his chest he hadn't expected to be there. Perhaps he stayed too long, how did he not see the signs sooner that this delusion was getting too personal? At least it was over, he could find new entertainment elsewhere anyway.

That day Alastor made two mistakes. The first was underestimating Vox. The second was turning his back on a threat.

It happened quickly, the radio waves he was so attuned to sent a splitting headache through his skull, causing him to stumble as the screeching scrambled his senses. If that wasn't enough, a zap of electricity hit his spine, spreading through his body painfully. Though it wasn't long, it was enough for his staff to fall from his hand, clattering to the ground. The sound piercing in the deafening silence. 

Vox just attacked him... how... f̴̫̩̻̿̈́̀͐̽̈́̚ͅo̴̖͉͉͋ọ̶̡͚̹̰̟͉̦̐͗̒͂l̵̜̏͋͗͝͝i̵̧̭͈͈̖͓̤̺̙͖͊͝s̸̡̤͍̣̓͐͒͂́͐̍̄͘͝h̸̢͓͚͚̪̯̰͇̦̠̄̑́͒̈́̄̾̅.

"How dare you turn your back on me! After everything we've been through! After all these years! How can you just throw away everything we ha-"

A deep, eerie chuckle silences the stupid television, static growing and popping as Alastor slowly turns his head, staring at his pet project over his shoulder. That grin he always had plastered on his face was impossibly larger, his normally red eyes now a dark void with a ticking dial. 

"I always knew you were foolish. But to attack when I was willing to walk away... well... 

I̶͔̦̺͂̽ͅ ̸̢̛̦̲̪͉̟̈́͒̌̇̈́͜ǹ̴̥̳̝̗̳̤̌͛̈́̋̚e̵̟͓̻̖͕̔͗͑̓̑͐̌̽̽v̴̨̡̖̯̙̜͔̉̔́͒̈̌̈́͝è̷͖̈͛͒̆̇̃͐̐̀r̷̲̳̣̽ ̴̤͙̬̲͔̔̏͊̅̐͒̾͋͝s̶̥̝̮͓̠̿̽͛̏̊̅͋̍͘̕a̵̡̡͎̦̩͈̹̍̾͛͝i̶̟̼̮̝͖̮͎͇̭̒̊̌ḏ̴͇̞̲̙̬͙͚̝̾̈́͊̾̀͆͘̚͜͝ ̷̨̧͇̯̦͉̪͖̣̹͐̄̿y̷̯̽̓͂̈̒̔̈́͝ó̷̠̮̮̻̝̯͉̳̑ͅu̵̳̥̣̠̙̯̓ ̶̱̋̉̈́͗͛̐͠h̴̢̰͉̤̯̫͕̟͂͊̈͗̈a̶̡͙͙͆͒́̃͐d̴̨͙̻̙̫͙̹͕͓͚̀̂͋́̅̆̀͘ ̵̠͇͍͋ͅą̴̡̡͈͓̖͖̘̗̿͗̀̂̀ņ̷̡̩̹͈̱̙̩̹͑͆̕ỵ̶̼̟̻̥̝̫̘̪̎ ̴̰̝̼̮̣͙̓̇̏͋͛̎̄͛͠s̶̳̱̟͍͈̆̍̈͂͐̚e̶͚̊̒̇͑̋̚̚ͅl̴̢̘̖̦̣͚̰̲͉̍̋͆̈́͑̊̔͠ͅf̵̮̮͉̟̊͛̈́̇͠ ̴͈̺͎͌͊̓͂̓̏̃͌̕̚ͅp̸̡͎̬͈̙͍̻̣̆̌̾̾̄̚r̵̢̢̡͚̝̱̯̩̮͇̓͋͂̋̉͌̌̏͝͠ę̸̼̞̟̹̙̩̩̖̿͋̄̍̒͐̂̈́͛s̶̢̢̛̘͇͈̈̓̒ę̸̟̭̱̞͋̓ͅr̶̟̩̖̹͆̉v̷͍͇͕̭̬͙͎͊̎̎͊͐͌̿͒͘͠a̷͈͇̭͚̠̟͐̾̋̈̋̓͝ṫ̵̪̀í̷̠͓͚̫͚̹̌ͅͅǫ̶̡̦͍̼̮̙̙̺́̎̒̓͆̓̐͛͝͠n̵̠͑́̑̄̓͌̎͘̕.̷͇͛"

Bones cracked and grew, antlers sharpened as they elongated, and the static took on the screams of tortured souls as poppets and sigils made their appearance. Alastor was mad. And Vox was going to pay.

"I-I'm not scared of you Alastor! You might be stronger but I'm not alone! Today the Radio Demon falls!"

Shadows and poppets surged forward, claws and tendrils swiping and scratching at the two demons, Valentino quickly lifting Vox out of the way with his wings. The defense backed away and zapped anything that got too close, while Alastor continued to summon more minions to pursue. If he could remain at a distance, the better, he'd rather not get close to the moth if possible, the unknown of his powers a bit concerning. Though maybe it won't be a problem now.

It was sudden, Valentino dropping Vox back into the streets before fleeing, the look on the television demon's face was hilarious. Oh if he could take a picture, it would easily replace the one Vox insisted on taking together some years ago. 

"Looks like your partner is more chicken than moth, Vox. How sad."

He advanced quickly, closing the distance between the two, a large hand slamming down onto the stunned sinner. It was so easy and a bit disappointing, but he could just laugh at how pathetic the man below him is. How he struggles with his petty shocks that don't even bother the deer. 

"Truly Vox, you were some fun entertainment while it lasted, but you've overstayed your welcome. It's your own fault really, you got too close to a demon without a heart, something you really shouldn't do in Hell, darling."

He laughs, raising his other arm up high, claws ready to tear the wannabe overlord to shreds. He was going to savor the look of horror on his face as- why was he smirking?

Suddenly a large cloud of pink smoke blew into his face, Alastor instinctively breathed it in from the shock, only to start coughing as he tried to wave it away. Whatever it was, it was vaguely familiar, but not in the sense he experienced it often but rather more recently. It smelled sickly sweet, his eyes widening as it clicked, the moth coming back into focus as a sharp heel was jammed into his cheek. It shouldn't have been possible, a small attack like that wouldn't even affect him, but he stumbled. Enough for Vox to slip from his grasp.

What was happening? A warm feeling started to fill his body, a chill running down his spine as his demon form started to shrink. Valentino and Vox stood back, matching grins as they watched the deer falter. 

"Seems even the infamous Radio Demon can't resist my pheromones~ Consider it evening the playing field."

That was their game, huh? Well, he wasn't out yet, and if they thought a little smoke would be enough to take him down, they were surely mistaken.

"Heh... fine, let's play."

Tendrils burst from his back as he charged, sharp claws easily catching the moth in the stomach, sending the demon back a few feet with a bleeding torso. He could feel the static shift as the television demon attempted to shock him, a tendril easily knocking his aim off, instead sending the bolt into the downed moth. 

"You really should watch your aim, darling." 

He turned his focus to the rival host, tendrils wrapping around him tightly and squeezing, his own radio waves adjusting and pushing against the other. He could see the other's pain as the invisible signal pitched up, warning icons flashing across that obnoxious screen of a face. 

"You're not the only one who can-"

He let out a startled cry, feeling sharp teeth sink into his shoulder and a warm fluid start to enter his body, Valentino somehow having recovered enough to bite him. Whatever venom was being injected seemed to mix with the pheromone smoke, causing the deer to shudder as a growing warmth pooled in his stomach. 

"Ȩ̵̧̹̰̲̳͕͙͖̪̞̻̐̑̋̽̃̑͊̆̄̑̅̓͆͆͊̈̅̿̕͘͠͝N̷̨̟̩͔̬̫͚̟̲̯̤̮̦̲̮̫̥͙͕̫̞͂͆̊͊̓̽͌̔̾͛́͌̔́͋̒̅̌̑͛̕͜O̸̢̡̲͎͕̩̘̠̞͚͕̣̦̎͗̀̋͌̋̀̅͑̈́̿̃̓̃̇͑̎͝͝ͅU̴̡̟̺͔̭̪̻̬͈͍̙͎̥̯̟̗͌̒̒̓͌̔̃́̾́̿͐͊̽̐̑͛̈́̅̚̚Ģ̶̳̙̜̀̌̀̔͑̑̾̈́̈́̐͛̎̽͒̓̂̏͒̇́̇̄͑̈́̿̚͠͝͠H̷̢͍̙̩͓͙̪̖̳̮͎͓̝̲͎͎̄̄̀̃̏́̆̒́͗̃͗̄͗̒̈́͊̀̃͑͂͆̀͘̕͠͝ͅ!̸͎̈́̐͗̽̃̐̀̇̈͌̂͆͂͗̃͝" 

He grabbed one of the moth's fluffy antennae, flames bursting from his claws as it burned the fur of the sensitive appendage. The scream elicited was beautiful, feeling the disgusting demon fight against his hold, oh he felt like a true predator. With the force of a man who was ready to kill, he allowed the flames to burn as Valentino was thrown into a building, effectively knocking the demon out.

He needed to end this, whatever venom that was running through his veins was beginning to take effect, his vision starting to swim and his mind growing fuzzy. Attention back to Vox, a large charge of electricity went through his body, the force causing him to fall back onto the ground, his tendrils fizzling away. This was bad.

Vox was on top of his, the two demons scrambling against each other like children rather than overlords, their powers exhausted from pain and/or other means. At this point Alastor wanted to just get out of there, and lick any wounds he might have from Vox's claws scratching at his body, he just needed to get the other off. As a last-ditch effort, the deer let his antlers grow, one of the protrusions piercing through that obnoxious screen.

"Cheap move, Al... I thought you'd be better than that."

Splitting pain rushed through his skull, the antler that had attacked Vox being snapped off, the shock making Alastor falter as cables forced his arms up, the snapped antler finding its way through his hands and into the ground. Pinned. 

Blood flowed from his palms, the screen above him flashing with more warning codes, whatever words he attempted to say were covered in static, before a shut down as he fell to the side. Alastor was left there, his antler through his hands, his mind fuzzy from the poison in his body, and the chain around his neck pulling him into the shadows. The voice of his contractor is sickly sweet in his ear, promising pain. 

The Radio Demon was not seen for the next seven years.

Chapter 12

Summary:

Vox takes drastic measures

Vox wasn't sure how to feel about the revelations from prying his captives mind open, learning that the entire time Alastor only saw him as a form of entertainment left a bitter taste on his tongue. Of course the overlord had made comments about it early in their time together, even hinted that it was all for show, but the tv demon thought, no, hoped that it was just a joke. That what they had was real, or that the deer was playing hard to get. Vox truly believed that they had a connection like no other, and Alastor just needed the right push to realize that. 

Staring at the screen, the image of his prized buck still bound in cables, the frilly maid dress and muzzle, trembling like a newborn fawn after having his memories ripped open, Vox couldn't think about anything but that terrified scream and the disgust in those red eyes. If Alastor was going to be his, he was going to need to take drastic measures. His partner won't be happy, will most likely fight and claw if he wasn't bound, but until the media overlord could properly keep the buck from resisting this was his only option. Of course the revelation of Alastor's soul being owned would need to be taken care of at some point as well.

Alastor was struggling, having his mind assaulted and forcibly made to remember parts of his past was both revolting and humiliating, forget the fact that Vox now knows he doesn't own his own soul. Of course the annoying picture box couldn't release the cables holding him to the ground, he didn't have any hopes of the muzzle or dress being removed either, but the least the pompous idiot could have done was allow him to move again before storming out like a child. At least he didn't have to deal with the damned annoyance for a while. 

Until the door slammed open. 

A humiliating bleat was ripped from his throat as the cables suddenly yanked him from the ground, forcing him to stand in front of Vox, any disgruntled shouts or insults immediately dying on his tongue as his eyes met those hypnotic swirls. He mentally cursed himself for letting his guard down, his eternal grin straining slightly as his body was forced to relax as if on instinct. Nothing had been done or said but Alastor could already feel his mind going fuzzy, not catching the dark look in his captors pixelated eye. 

"That's a good buck, just relax. I'm here to help you."

Help? That was a laugh, the only thing the blasted TV has ever helped was himself. He would have said as such, but something felt... different... His snarky retort was stuck, his mind feeling more like mush now than ever, and a strange... comfort spread through him as Vox's claws cupped his cheeks. Those dangerous points were... gentle... releasing the muzzle from around his face without the deer even realizing. The cables around his body even loosen slightly, letting him stand on his own hooves. It should have been his chance to escape, to fight and claw and seek revenge on his captor, but he didn't... Staring deep into those red and black swirls... he felt calm...

"That's it, keep those beautiful eyes on me, let yourself fall."

Fear started to prickle up his spine, suddenly realizing what was happening. Vox had mentioned his ability to completely erase or seal someone's memories, molding them to his benefit. Alastor had seen it one other time, during a truly grueling turf battle that nearly had them both killed. It was an ability that took a lot of energy and could easily fail if the target was prepared or knew what to expect, it utilized the small moment of shock to infiltrate someone's mind when their guard was down. The TV overlord had said he didn't like using it because of the strain it took, and that he'd rather show hell who he was without the tricks. As if regularly hypnotizing his 'customers' wasn't a trick. 

Wait... why wasn't he fighting back?! 

"Come on, Al, you know you can't get out of this, there's no use trying to fight it. After all, I'm stronger than you."

Those words wormed their way into his mind, any fight easily fading as he was forced to stand there and watch, unable to stop Vox as pieces of his mind started to get rearranged. He was terrified, he didn't want to lose his memories. Alastor wasn't ashamed of the fear that leaked into his voice.

"Vox... please... don't... don't do this... I... I don't want to... lose myself..."

Memories continued to fade, those claws on his face holding his head still so he couldn't look away. 

"I won't erase them, I'm just locking them away, I promise. I respect you too much to permanently get rid of the things that make you what you are."

That didn't make him feel any less scared, knowing his memories will be there just out of his reach, but somewhere else a voice said it was fine. If the memories mattered, then why was he just letting them fade? He would be fighting back harder if they were important, not just letting Vox take away all the bad things... Was it... really a bad thing... to have some memories locked away...?

"That's it, just let me do my work, it'll be all over soon. And when we're done, I'll take our upstairs. I'll get you some nice, warm clothes, even let you take a bath. And we'll get some nice food in you. Which would you prefer, meat or vegetables?"

All of that sounded... really nice... his stomach felt empty and his fur felt dirty, so food and a bath sounded like heaven. What to eat though...

Vox watched as the deer in his hands slowly eased away the tension in his body, a grin on his face as the sinner's ever present smile grew softer, eyes nearly closed as they swirled back at him. Of course he still needed an answer, though he was willing to be patient as he spoke calmly to the deer.

"Al, what would you like to eat?"

Any resistance left faded at his question, his captive pliant as the radio static grew faint, voice quiet and meek sounding. 

"...vegetables... please..."

Vox's grin nearly split his screen, staring down at the one sinner he's ever wanted since arriving in hell. Now completely his.

Notes:

A shorter chapter to get back into the swings of things

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