Taste You

by ParanoidVCR

Summary:

The author sucks at summaries so high ho!

Alastor stalks Vox because he tastes good and Alastor is obsessed with trying to eat him. It escaltes after Alastor see's Valentino flirting with Vox.

This shit gets violent! Heed tags.

Notes:

Heyo posting this on my birthday as a little special treat for myself. Wrote this after getting inspired by all the entries for Faeymouse's 1k DTIYS on insta art below is my entry. No non-con, but I guess violence is non-con? anyway I don't think this is worthy of a dead dove tag, no true death and all and no non-con but I felt this was something dark and had fun writing it. No smut this time, but for those who know my work will know I can be swayed with comments to add second chapters and alternate endings. I am esially bought with words.

“No.”

…

“…Alright fine.”

Alastor watched Vox sigh and turn away sipping at his coffee all the jubilant energy from earlier gone with Alastor’s answer. Vox looked down at his paper spread, the business deal all in ink, ‘deal of a afterlife time’ jokingly scribbled in the corner.

Alastor watched Vox clean the papers away the blank line that was supposed to be waiting for his signature disappearing down into Vox’s brief case. It probably wouldn’t leave again for some time if Alastor knew Vox.

And he knew Vox intimately.

Well not as well as he thought he did, for one thing he expected Vox to demand an answer about why Alastor turned down the alliance, after all it made perfect sense, Alastor would only gain from it, and Vox actually was probably the only other overlord aside from Rosie and Zestial that Alastor got along with. He was already in official alliances with those two so of course Vox would want one just for them.
Alastor sipped his own coffee using the cup to hide his expression, he had his reasons and it was better Vox didn’t know.

“Since we’re not going to be business partners, might I ask that you come to the next premiere as a friend?” Vox asked holding out a crisp paper invite to Alastor.

Alastor let out a big gigawatt smile at that, Vox's worried expression lifting just a little as he sighed in relief.

“Of course, old pal! Why I was already planning on going now I suppose I’ll have the best seat in the house!” Alastor boasted pocketing the invite. Vox nodded.
“The best seat, I even had the balcony suite add some rye whiskey to the bar this time.” Vox said winking and Alastor laughed.

“Then I guess I can leave my flask home?” Alastor summed one and made a joke of pulling it out of his ear Vox laughing.

“Care for a spike?” Alastor offered and Vox laughed again holding out his cup.

Alastor marveled as Vox ever so trusting let Alastor literally spike his drink. Alastor will need to work on that. But later, for now it worked for him.

“Nothing better than rye and coffee” Vox smiled sipping the drink. No suspicion that Alastor would keep anything other then his favorite drink in a flask.

“Not going to ask me why I turned it down?” Alastor asked on his own, making Vox cough on his drink. The TV leaned back screen facing away with a delightful blush as he cleared his throat.

“I…I think I have my suspicions.” Vox said sighing, that sad look was back in his eye and Alastor savored it as much as he could before he would be forced to dispel it himself.

“Oh really and what are they?” Alastor asked tilting his head and smiling enjoying how it ruffled Vox.

“I… you already know but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you know that I know-” Vox rambled shifting in his seat.

“Bit of a mouthful there.” Alastor teased.

Vox gave him a sad smile for that.

“I…I know you don’t feel the same way about me as I do you.” Vox said looking down at his cup instead of Alastor. Alastor sipped his cup, because in a way, it was true. Just not in the way Vox thought.

“Apologies I thought we felt the same, after all you are my dearest friend.” Alastor said and Vox just sighed again.

“Yeah, friends. I guess I imagined it was different...kind of friendship” Vox looked up smiling at Alastor though it was strained. Alastor ate it up.

“I have some where to be-” Vox said going to stand. Alastor pushed his cup to the floor as Vox looked away letting it shatter on the ground. Vox distracted by his racing thoughts assumed he had done it and dropped down.

“Shit.” Vox reached the glass, and Alastor making sure not to move as fast as he wanted to reached out for the same piece as well. He nudged Vox’s hand and Vox let out a yelp as he cut himself on the sharp edge.

“Fuck! Uh sorry.” Vox mumbled but accepted Alastor’s offered handkerchief. Vox wrapped the fabric around his hand and whispered apologies for ruining the silk fabric.

Vox ended up insisting on paying for the meal and damaged cup embarrassed. He passed the bloody rag now back to Alastor who smiled as always and pocketed it insisting that he would clean it.
Alastor assured him that he hadn’t ruined the cloths, far from it actually.

Alastor watched Vox walk down the street head hung low. He would catch up in a few hours, let Vox walk home on his own. After making his way around the corner Alastor went on his way by that he stepped into an ally. After slicing the throat of a sleeping hobo so he could have the space to himself Alastor pulled out the handkerchief unable to wait any longer.

He shoved it into his mouth sucking the still damp blood off. He chewed licking the fabric and shredding the fabric in an attempt to extract as much of the bloody fibers as possible.

Alastor moaned the taste the most delicious thing in all of Hell.

After finishing his appetizer spitting the fabric out and whipping the drool off his mouth, he shadow teleported to Vox’s tower next. He emerged into the office, the only room with out cameras and hid behind the curtain.

Vox entered and Alastor heard a yawn before clicking on a keyboard filled the room. Alastor tapped his finger on his pant leg impatiently waiting for the poisons he had slipped Vox earlier to work.
It did eventually Alastor hearing the noise stop and Vox’s soft buzzing sound when he slept filling the room instead.

Alastor smiled as he stepped out from the curtain. He pulled from the void his needle, a cord, and pump, rolling up Vox’s sleeve to gently insert it.

While he pumped a pint of blood from Vox Alastor licked his lips looking at the still-exposed cut on Vox's hand. He picked the scab off, the drugs were strong and Vox only twitched in his sleep. Alastor licked up the extra dribbling blood as Vox’s power worked to heal it back over. Alastor’s eyes fluttered as nipped at Vox’s flesh, the tangy electric flavor even strong than the blood.

He wanted the flesh but Vox noticed when chunks went missing and Alastor needed to cover his tracks.

Alastor looked back at his bag seeing it full and removed the needle pinching the bag closed. Alastor liked the crook of Vox’s elbow for the little dribble of blood before the small incision healed over.
“Delicious as always darling.” Alastor whispered to Vox who shuddered in his sleep. Alastor took his bag and sat on the couch preparing to dig in.

He picked off the top of the bag now and started drinking. His eyes rolling back as he sipped and savored the taste. He watched Vox, who slept on none the wiser. Occasionally the screen would light up as Vox caught a passing broadcast then flash back to the static of sleeping Vox’s face. Alastor smiled enjoying his own little private show.

Alastor finished the bag, tearing open the plastic so he could lick the inside for every last precious drop.

Vox woke up after nightfall a few hours later, jolting up, the cut now healed completely thanks to his overlord power.

Alastor who had been comfortably watching from the couch, bag disposed of, lowered the book he had been using as a prop, he hadn’t read it, but Vox hadn’t responded well to that one time Alastor had watched him sleep without it.

“Ah our esteemed media overlord has finally returned to the land of the waking. Huzzah!” Alastor teased and Vox shook his head trying to get his bearings. Eye bags hung on his screen and Alastor smirked as Vox got the crick out of his neck.

“Wha…oh shit, fuck I had no idea.” Vox mumbled to himself pitching the bridge of his nose or screen as he blinked his eyes.

“What was that dear?” Alastor asked laughing as Vox spluttered.

“Har har, how long were you waiting this time?” Vox asked shaking it off.

“Oh just 30 minuets.” Alastor lied. Vox nodded accepting that. He looked down at the work on his desk frowning.

“I..I would really love to spend the night out but I should really finish this.” Vox said and Alastor’s eye twitched.

“Oh I’m sure it's nothing that can’t wait for tomorrow set it aside, you’ve overworked yourself again lets go out and get a fine dinner that will perk you up.” Alastor said thinking of the nearby restaurants that had iron-rich menu items. Vox had a soft spot for fish and Alastor did love watching the other fight with chop sticks so maybe Asian tonight.

“It- It really can’t.” Vox said and Alastor’s smile twitched this time.

“Really? What could be so important that you would skip dinner?” Alastor asked standing up and going over to the desk to look at the papers.

“Its uh, someone else proposed a business partner deal to me. I need to review it.” Vox said sliding the papers over to Alastor not noticing how the deer’s eyes narrowed.

“Really and who would this chap think he is proposing this?” Alastor asked or politely demanded to know, after all as far as he knew he was the only one that Vox had any partner talks with.

“Valentino, he’s going to be at the premiere too if you want to meet him. We collaborate a lot but he wants to merge companies. Streamline production.” Vox said and Alastor decided he would be bringing his angelic steel with him then.

A week later the premiere came. Alastor was walking towards the theater, feeling famished, after all, Vox was ‘busy’ with the lead up making sure everything was perfect. At least he had remembered to sleep this time, Alastor checked on him every night at midnight just to make sure. Not that Vox knew.

Alastor saw Vox smiles and happy face greeting his guest and stars ushering everyone in as the ever-gracious host he was. Alastor watched from a distance enjoying the spectacle of Vox in his natural element.

Then the pleasant show was ruined when a tall moth demon with red wings slid up to Vox taking the other’s hand and kissing it.

Alastor may have stabbed his claws threw his palms but if he did his power healed it over for him.

Vox blushed looking away before laughing at something the other said, waving off the advance. Alastor’s claws stabbed into his palms as he went still. The moth didn’t seem deterred and followed after Vox even after the TV saw Alastor watching and ran over to greet him. Arm waving excitedly and screen alight with a glowing smile, all just for Alastor.

“Alastor! This is Valentino, I told you about him remember? Val this is Alastor.” Vox said ever cheerful even as Alastor seethed.

“He’s great, I wasn’t sure at first but he’s really won me over.” Vox explained blushing at the last bit, Valentino snorting as if there was a joke.

“I assumed.” Alastor said keeping his hands by his side as Valentino tried to offer his for a shake.

“You must be Alastor, best friend radio extraordinaire,” Valentino said shifting from the shake to a wave as Alastor kept his hands firmly planted on top of the staff.

“Indeed I am.” Alastor preened and smiled at Val’s critical look. The moth went into a bow.

“Then I hope you don’t mind me stealing your picture box for the night, his company is simply divine.” Val said turning to Vox who looked away blushing. Alastor’s ear twitched and he almost let out a snarl.

“I was under the assumption that we we’re in the balcony together?” Alastor asked wondering how hard it would be to lock Val out of the booth for the night.

“We are.” Vox said as Alastor nodded. Val grinned pulling Vox to his side.

“Well see how long that lasts chico,” Val said in a husky whisper that was just loud enough for Alastor to hear.

Alastor let out an angry static and Vox groaned before whispering a reprimand to Val as they started walking into the theater.

“I know whatever it is you’re doing,” Vox whispered but his red screen let Val know he had read between the lines.

Val wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh and what’s that?” Val asked back snickering at Vox glitching. Alastor stabbed his palm again as he clenched his fist. He was behind Val taking the spot next to Vox as they walked up the stairs. Val dropped a hand on Vox’s shoulder and seemed to usher him up the stairs faster

“Your…you are flirting with me?” Vox said changing his statement into a question. Val smirked took Vox’s hand from his side and kissed it. Again.

“I would like to do more than just flirt with you,” Val said and Vox let out a startled static buzz drowning out Alastor’s angry static screech from his microphone. Val laughed before kissing Vox’s hand, for a third time, and dipping in a bow opening the door to the balcony seat for Vox. Vox stepped in turning to look at Val with a star stuck expression before looking at Alastor with a big smile.

Alastor followed in as they all took their seats, the other executives and producers in their seats already. Vox in the middle at the front. Before Alastor could take his usual seat on Vox’s right side the moth stole it.

Vox looked over still beaming at Val before Alastor, eyebrow twitching took the left. Vox excited stood up with the audience in the main theater and applauded as the screen lit up as the show started. Alastor stayed seated as usual but Val stood, Vox delighted by this.

Alastor wasn’t entertained by the movie, he rarely ever was, but he was thoroughly distracted by Vox twitching away and giggling every time Valentino tried to hold his hand. Alastor got up and went to the in-suite bar ordering a drink. From the bar he saw Val lean in and try to tuck his head on Vox’s shoulder despite his much taller height the TV blushing a bright pink before calming and leaning over.

Alastor knocked the drink back before ordering two more drinks, he spiked them both before taking them over to Vox and Val.

Vox drinks his smiling at Alastor still having an amazing time. Val set his aside not that Alastor noticed watching that Vox drank all of his glass. Val forgot he had a drink.

The show ended and the trio talked for a bit in the booth as everyone cleared away.

“Thanks for coming Alastor. It was really great having you here.” Vox said, smiling still.

“Lunch next week as usual?” Vox asked and Alastor was about to respond yes, thinking he might suggest a different location this time only for Val to but in.

“Would it be blunt of me to ask the same?”

Vox blushed turning from Alastor whose smile twitched as Val kept talking. Vox’s screen getting brighter with each nonsense word that spewed from the moth.

“Well I suppose it wouldn’t be usual for us but I would love to take you to Rosie’s for lunch, she makes these wonderful sugar cakes.” Val added, “and then maybe after it can become the usual for us?”

“I would love that.” Vox said and Alastor swore he saw Vox’s pupils shift just a fraction of a second to little blue hearts. Something he only saw when ever he asked Vox out to lunch.

“Yeah um, Monday at noon?” Vox asked stuttering over his words. Alastor and Vox met on Thursday because Vox was always ‘busy’ on Mondays.

Alastor snarled and Vox and Val gave him a quizzical look before Alastor cleared his throat looking away.

“Apologies, dust…” Alastor mumbled and Vox sort of looked confused then nodded.

They walked down the stairs back towards the front of the theater, some of the last to leave.

The crowd was lingering at the steps camera’s and photo ops in full swing. Val slid an arm around Vox’s shoulder, Alastor noticing while he watched their reflection in the brass railing behind him.
Alastor slowed down so Val and Vox came right up to his back turning around and inserting himself between Val and Vox this time.

“Say old pal, care to walk back to the tower together, it’s rather late now.” Alastor offered and Val huffed upset that hadn’t been his idea.

“Sure?” Vox asked a little befuddled by Alastor’s tone.

“Sirs! Pose for the papers?” A photographer asked coming up to them. Vox put on his best smile and Val hunched down so only his hat was cut off in the frame, though he still had to lean in to fit in the shot Alastor sighing as he felt the moth close in on him. Vox gave an awkward smile and the photographer scampered off.

They ended up walking as a trio back towards the tower. Alastor grumbling to himself as Val had the bright idea to tag along with them delighting Vox.

“Goodnight Val. See you tomorrow.” Vox said winking and blushing as Val chuckled and winked back wishing good night as they parted at the steps of V tower. Vox yawned struggling to stay awake but waved Val off as Alastor patiently waited for Vox to give in to the sleep trying to take him.

Vox headed inside not really noticing Alastor follow behind instead of leaving.

Vox stumbled for a bit looking down and up confused about why he was suddenly so tired.

That was why Alastor preferred the slow acting drugs, made it easier to convince the taker they were tired and to not link it back to the drink. Alastor let out a breath of relief that they had made it back to the tower as Alastor hoped that Val would be gone by now or dozing like Vox.

The TV slipped turning around and seeing Alastor approach as he collapsed in the lobby of V tower.

“Al?” Vox had a moment to say looking up at the other as Alastor leered over him.

Alastor looked down at the other and smiled then he grabbed Vox’s wrist and pinned the other to the floor. Vox’s screen buffered as he tried to stay awake. His screen flashing back and forth from the screen saver to his wide eyes.

“You are going to forget that moth you hear me?” Alastor snarled and Vox paled but nodded. Alastor leaned down taking in Vox smell nestling his head under Vox’s case next to the others neck.
“Good.” Alastor squeezed Vox’s wrist a little harder before standing looking down at the now panicking TV.

“We’ll have lunch Monday and noon.” Alastor told him and Vox finally blacked out against the floor.

Alastor could already feel himself drooling as he looked down at Vox who breathed unsteady the drugs keeping him under.

Alastor pulled down the sweater of Vox’s turtleneck and bit.

He chewed the meat on the shoulder slowly even as he felt his body shudder in pleasure as the taste washed over his tongue, he lapped up the blood all that he could. Alastor felt his eyes roll back as he swallowed humming in delight.

Vox tasted smokey, likely the electric charge and the metals with hints of sweet spice.

Alastor left humming to himself licking his lips as he didn’t bother with Vox leaving him on the floor with the bit.

…

It was Monday and Alastor was at Rosies waiting.

Vox didn’t show up.

Alastor waited a for ten more minutes before listening to the radio’s trying to pin point Vox.

He heard the other across the city in his bedroom rambling into a phone through the hidden radio Alastor stuffed under Vox’s bed.

“He bit me Val! He fucking bit me! No it wasn’t lovingly, he-I think he drugged me and he bit me! There’s a chunk missing in my shoulder Val! I’m fucking terrified!” Vox was just short of yelling hyper ventilating.

Alastor growled and rolled his eyes not having expected Vox to take his little bite last night this way.

He dipped down into the shadows reappearing behind Vox. The TV was so wrapped up in the call not seeing Alastor behind him as he tried to convince Val that they were both in danger.

Alastor stepped back, Vox had on a new suit, black with blue pinstripes, snappy and a little red bow tie.

Vox froze seeing Alastor standing behind him in the reflection on the glass of the open penthouse window.

“Hang up.” Alastor said and Vox ran instead.

Alastor gave chase.

“Help!” Vox screamed into the phone before Alastor tackled him down the phone bounced away and Alastor slammed a shadow on it crushing it before Val could responded.

Vox thrashed rolling over and slashing at Alastor with his claws. Alastor jumped back hissing as Vox got his cheek and sent the monocle flying. Alastor summed shadows trying to pin Vox who started sparking trying to jump into the nearby socket. Vox reached out a hand, but the shadows held firm, keeping him from dashing away.

Alastor straddled Vox who managed to land one more kick with the heel of his shoe Alastor grunting as it bruised. Vox screamed but Alastor knew they were the only ones on the floor, the staff below would be able to hear on account of Vox keeping the floors thin for this reason, of course, they were out to lunch.

“Stop struggling.” Alastor ordered Vox who was still sparking trying to break free. Alastor wrapped his hands around Vox’s neck and squeezed halting the electric arcs in their tracks. Vox coughed and gasped trying to breath as Alastor crushed his windpipe.

“Are you going to behave now?” Alastor asked and Vox looked up tears on the corner of his eyes. Alastor flicked a thumb under the bow tie rubbing soothingly.

Vox tilted his head and Alastor sighed rubbing one hand up the case in a gentle caress.

“Naughty little picture box what ever will I do with you.” Alastor purred before he yanked his hand back screaming in pain as Vox bit off his thumb that had touched the corner of the screen. Vox used the distraction crawling out from under Alastor and making a break for the socket again.

Alastor pulled the blade from his coat pocket, forgetting he had a different one still on him from last night.

It wasn’t until after Alastor plunged the angelic blade right into Vox back that he realized what he had done.

Vox screamed falling down as the blade was yanked back. The wound gushed Vox’s blood spilling out as he collapsed to the floor limp. It had been a jagged blade the edge ripping apart Vox’s flesh.

“Vox?” Alastor paused looking down as Vox’s shuddering as he tried to crawl away still. He looked at the slightly glowing blade in his hand now that was tinted red with Vox.

“Please, no, no.” Vox begged curling away from Alastor as the deer approached again.

Vox was looking up at Alastor tears across his screen as it glitched away to static and test screens with his terror.

“Please, please.” Vox begged and Alastor dropped his blade reaching out with a hand. He tilted up Vox’s TV case to look at the others chest.

It was fatal, it had to be, or was it Alastor had gone all the way through blood was blooming on Vox’s chest.

“Oh Vox.” Alastor whispered leaning in even as Vox weakly sobbed struggling to stay up. Alastor held on to him.

Vox shook in Alastor’s hold still begging but Alastor wasn’t really sure about what.

Then Vox went still.

“Vox?” Alastor asked, turning his head to look at a pure black screen, something he had never seen on the other.

Alastor shook the body calling out Vox’s name but the body remained unresponsive.

Alastor leaned his head on Vox’s chest and there faintly Alastor heard a heart beat struggling to go on.

Alastor heard footsteps and dived into a shadow dragging Vox’s body with him.

Valentino stepped into Vox’s room finding the blood puddle, crushed phone and blade.

Alastor remerged into Vox’s control room dragging the body down the walkway towards the wall of screens. Alastor hurled Vox into his chair before trying to match the cables to Vox’s head ports.

He stepped back Vox was plugged in but the screen still didn’t react.

Alastor grew frustrated trying different buttons, something to get the TV to turn on, He ripped open the shirt and stitched up the wound, liking his bloody fingers clean afterwards, he felt the chest again. The heart was still beating.

“Your hiding Vox, you know I don’t like it when you hide.” Alastor warned speaking into the microphone he knew was inside Vox’s head.

Vox still didn’t responded.

So Alastor grabbed the TV case and pulled.

“I’m going to take it Vox! I know you have a back up! I know your in the wires just like I’m in the air!” Alastor screamed and pulled again. He pinned Vox’s body with his foot and pulled the head. The blood spray was like a boom, splattering out in a radial from Vox, the skin separating from the plastic case and wires and veins hanging like webs from the stump where the TV had been.

The screens around the room flicked on the blue light bathing Alastor as he held the TV in his hands.

Still there was no response from Vox.

“I know that’s you Vox, I know you’re there!” Alastor hurled the TV across the room, the screen cracked as it landed. Alastor snarled and pulled his pistol form his coat shooting the TV.

“I’ll fucking shot you too if you don’t start talking Vox!” Alastor screamed to the room looking out at the blue screens.

There was a static fuzz and Alastor saw Vox’s body twitch before he walked back over.

“As long as you regenerate I can do anything…I’ll be careful this time I promise.” Alastor whispered to the body before he pulled it towards him by the shoulders. He bit into Vox’s neck taking as many bites as he wanted from the flesh.

“You taste good, so good.” Alastor mumbled chewing around wires and bone.

He picked off part of Vox spine, crunching it and sucking out the marrow.

Alastor gasped as he kept eating finally feeling satisfied after so long. He ended up straddling Vox’s body in the chair pulling and eating flesh faster, the more he consumed the more ravenous he felt. He was eating at Vox’s arms now the chest an exposed rib cage that held the organs after Alastor had stripped it of flesh.

Alastor cracked open the ribs pulling out the lungs he took a few bites before tossing them he needed something more tender.

He saw Vox’s heart only by chance ungrazed from the angelic blade, the lung beside it had taken the hit instead. He laughed madly thanking his good luck before he kissed Vox’s hand letting it drop, the blue screens stayed on as if watching. Alastor wrapped his hand around it marveling at its luck before pulling the heart out.

He bit and Alastor felt his knees go weak and his eyes flutter as the taste coursed through him like wine. He chewed forcing himself to go slower as the flavor exploded over his tongue.

“If I could have this every day oh the things I would do for that.” Alastor mumbled to himself as he sucked the blood from the valves on the heart before taking another bite and chewing.

The blue screens flickered, and Alastor wondered if Vox was considering that declaration.

Alastor ate the rest of the heart unable to stop himself as he shoved the rest in his mouth. He moved onto trying the liver yanking out more of Vox’s organs to get to the tender piece hidden below. The blood and clumps of chewy fat lay scattered about them and Alastor blinked down at Vox’s decimated corpus.

“Lovely.” Alastor commented deciding he was going to keep the bow.

He took it with him patting his lips clean with a cloth for the good it did, he was s till soaked in Vox’s blood.

“Now that we’ve made this clear I expect to see you for lunch at our usual time now?” Alastor asked about the room and the blue screens.

There was no response not even a humming sound to show Vox had heard.

“I expect you to be your usual chatty self by then oh well.”

Alastor shrugged and shadow teleported away.

The body laid in the chair by itself before a cord sunk down from the high ceiling to hook the body around the jutting bone before lifting it up so it hung suspended in the room. The screens fuzzed as it hung there slowly staring to spin do to the loop sided weight thanks to the destroyed limbs.

Now the sound of the blood dripping and joining the puddle on the floor fille the room instead of Alastor’s jealous screams.

There was a huffing sound before the cord flicked away the body letting it drop down into the shark tank below. The fish swam after snagging and fighting over the scraps.

“Body retrieval failure. Booting up online back up. New body to be assigned-” A machinal voice echoed out into the room a loading bar joining the screen now.

…

The blue screens were on but a few now were playing news reels non stop.

News anchors drowning on. Reporters hounding Valentino.

“Are you positive that overlord Vox has died?” one asked and Val shoved the mic away screaming no comment.

“Much speculation about the current missing TV overlord Vox, while originally assumed to have been deposed people are critical of the fact that Hell’s lights and Televisions shows are on and airing so it is now widely believed that TV has a new overlord already or Vox is on an unannounced Vacation frankly I don’t fucking give a shit anymore and would love if we moved onto a new story now.” Katie Killjoy rambled on.

“Overlord Vox has been missing from the public eye following a recent successful premiere about two weeks ago now, people are wondering why the radio silence after a success.” Tom Trench added in his own two cents way in his single segment.

“No body was found at the scene and technically Overlord Vox is only presumed missing seeing as he still has the lights on.” Trench added grumbling before moving onto the weather.

The blue screens flicked in response to that the cords seeking down from the ceiling again to manually enter commands onto the console.

“Overlord Vox has been presumed dead by most of the general public or at least that’s what people are thinking.” A different reporter droned on and a cord punched that screen in.

“Update complete. Regeneration complete welcome back Mr. Vox.” The voice said as a panel in the floor separated revealing a tank filled with glowing cyan fluid. A hand reach out clawing its way out.
The claws were jagged now and Vox’s skin a thick rubbery coat instead of the soft skin it had been.

Vox with a flat screen now crawled his way out of the tank silently. He had cords that had connected to him trailing behind. He pulled them off and kicked them away before going over to the towel set aside for him. He didn’t see his assistant it appears he finished regenerating while everyone was out for lunch.

He dried his body off before pulling on the new suit.

He sighed before jumping into the wires before he could be late.

Alastor was sitting at the table claw tapping impatiently. Vox stepped into the door looking around for a second before he saw Alastor.

Alastor dropped his drink in shock at the flat screen. The glass shattered on the ground spilling the wine. Vox stepped over the glass taking his seat before looking over at Alastor critically,

…

“I don’t like this new one, go back to the CRT, I will not stand for that flat thing on your head.” Alastor told Vox, or more ordered of the other.

Vox narrowed his eyes.

“I’m going to shoot you now.” Vox said before pulling out his own pistol, a matching on to Alastor’s since they had bought them together years ago.

Alastor smirked as Vox leveled the gun at his eye.

“You won-” Alastor stated to say before Vox pulled the trigger and he went down falling back from the chair splaying out on the floor.

“Ops. I think I missed.” Vox said before he fired again shooting Alastor in the chest. He unloaded the rest of the clip before sighing and grabbing Alastor by his hoof and dragging him out the door. He picked up the to go order from the front leaving a hefty tip for the host for the damages.

The reporters circled like the sharks watching Vox make his way back to the tower with Alastor’s limp body.

He made it back to his office of screens after a very awkward elevator ride with his assistants. He dragged Alastor over to the edge and pushed the other into the shark tank.

“Fucking needy bitch.” Vox grumbled before going over to his replaced chair and sitting down to do work.

Alastor would regenerate a few days later in the crawl spaces of Vee tower and sneak up on Vox who was too busy trying to focus on the catch-up work and PR damage his absence had brought on.

Alastor sliced his throat pulling him back by the edge of the flat screen. He used his claws making sure this time.

Vox would wake up after regenerating a few days later in Alastor’s ice box bound, chunks still missing from his body.

Alastor would wake up a few days later in the river outside the palace after Vox dumped his body there after shooting him with a sniper rifle mid radio show.

Vox would wake up in the ice box again but naked this time and ice caked onto his gapping wounds from where Alastor had carved.

Alastor would wake up in some different body of nasty water after Vox would crawl away from the ice box and have to get another bullet out of his head annoyed by the walk back home before the hunt started all over.

…

“For the love of Lucifer this meeting cannot go wrong for me, whatever you want I’ll do for you after it okay please just fuck I can’t be in an ice box right now.” Vox grumbled to Alastor over the phone.

“Fine.” Alastor said and Vox hung up. Alastor watched the meeting waiting for it to be over from the radio in the corner of the conference room. Finally the greedy guest left Vox having held his own and leveraged a fair deal.

Vox let out a sigh slumping back into the office chair. Then Alastor pounced.

“I want dinner now.” Alastor growled above pinning Vox to the chair. Vox looked up at Alastor an angry glare on his face.

Notes:

God I love Faeymouse's artwork.

Good news, for my birthday I got called by the job recruiter who was chatting me up and now I have a job. Yay! Maybe, the American job industry is fucked up and weird.

Bad news, also for my birthday I was diagnosed with clinical depression and will be starting meds and therapy soon. Yay! This isn't really a surprise for me since I kind of knew I always had shit mental health its just escalated due to the multiple stressors in my life compounding and the chemical imbalance in my body leaving me predisposed to it. That said, it will take full-on comatose hospitalization to stop me from writing since this is as far as we were able tell one of the few sources of natural serotonin for me.

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