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"Oh, this will be fun."
"Fuck!"
Vox threw the cold coffee mug on his desk to the floor. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Calm down Baby, be a good boy and learn to forget."
Vox rolled his eyes. "This has nothing to do with that fucking incident. .”
"Yeah, sure." Valentino flexed his arms. “I can help you relax and calm our nerves in a different ways, Voxy you know I'll take your electricity."
"Oh, really? Can you make that motherfucker my slut?"
Vox and Val only belonged each other when they were alone let say they were just fuckbuddys with extra steps.
"No but I can make you cum right now." Vow smiled
"Yeah, sure later babe."
Valentino shrugged "Okey I have a job to do now you know, please don't delay me "
"You just film people fucking eachother Val, that's not a job."
Sometimes Valentino felt small next to Vox, not because he was insecure or something just because Vox was acting like his head was 75 inches, not 24.
"Yeah, and everyone in hell is watching and we earn a lot of money so what is the problem?"
Vox grinned, "Nothing, baby, don't worry."
After returning to his room, he plugged himself to his system, leaned back, and closed his eyes. He had more important things to worry about than Valentino and his childish tantrums.
Alastor, that radio bastard. Vox had been pretending to hate him for so long that he'd forgotten it was all a game, he forgot the way Alastor made him feel until he heard his voice again. That tiny, scratchy, deep voice was enough to rattle his ears; it was enough to trade everything he had for holding Alastor captive for nights, strangling him in his cables until they both passed out with pleasure. Just imagining it was enough to create a glitch on his head, to make his body tingle.
Everything he'd acquired, his company's power, his partners, the souls he'd held captive... Nothing could bring him the satisfaction of this dream. Not even his cult had made him feel this close to God. Nothing short of hurting Alastor until he cried with pleasure could satisfy his sadistic mind, his narcissistic outlook.
No one could satisfy like the Radio Demon,
no one could humiliate like the Radio Demon,
no one could make you feel good like the Radio Demon,
no one could be the Radio Demon,
not Valentino, not anyone.
Even thought he made him humiliated , insufficient . Why hadn't he been seen for nearly a decade, why had he returned now when everyone was sure he was dead? Why were all the disgusting feelings he thought he'd forgotten, gotten over, resurrecting? It shouldn't have happened this easily, he shouldn't have fallen this easily. No, he couldn't help or change that; more importantly, whatever he was feeling, he shouldn't have shown it. He should have channeled himself not into the need to fuck him, but into the need to defeat him.
While Vox was losing his mind, at the other side of hell Alastor lit his cigarette, set his staff aside, and leaned back, his glass of whiskey in hand. He missed the familiar, chaotic atmosphere of Hell, the way it felt like he was in home more then the whole earth. Even though he had to stay stuck in that stupid hotel, he was glad to be back and he had a reputation to rebuild he had to close a gap a 7 year gap to be clear and Vox's sudden appearance had given him the opportunity, announcing that he is back again and stronger than before that he did not stayed gone.
But if Vox was right about anything, it was the fact that hell had changed, no, not for the better, but hell was really diffrent now, Even when he disappeared, social media and Voxmedia were still powerful. And that's not all. As technology progressed, so too did the pace of technological advancement.
Not that it matterd though Little by little, everyone would realize that Radio Demon was back on the air and he wouldn't do it by getting bogged down in technology nonsense. As soon as he was free of his chains and his hotel job, he was gonna teach everyone fear again, he was gonna feel the pain they suffer from he was gonna understand the pleasure that comes with pain and comfort himself with the suffering of sinners.
Vox...that needy whore did he realy belived he was gone? Was he stupid enough to belive that? Alastor needed to remind him that he was older, wiser and more powerfull. He needed to remind him that The Radio Demon always wins and Vox had to learn and live with that fact. Fucking narcissistic television head, dealing with him was like fighting a hyperactive toddler, but little narcissistic children were really good at fooling people, and Vox's media influence was undeniable.
He closed his eyes and widened the smile that never left his face, since the day he remembered existing. He would not give anyone the feeling or the pleasure that The Radio Demon was ineffective, that radio was finished. He would restart his broadcasts and hurt anyone who dared to cross him.