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Comes in Waves - Canon Divergence

Entries for the 2024 RadioStatic Week.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen and Up Audience Relationship: Alastor/Vox Additional Tags: Cursing, Angst, Fluff and Angst, I'll try and write a good mix of both happy and sad, They're both idiots when it comes to love.

For the record, Vox thought this was a fucking stupid idea.

He and the other Vees should be back at the tower. Watching what was about to go down instead of being on the front line. But Velvette just had to put her foot in all of their mouths. When Carmilla had ‘graciously’ informed the other Vee what was going to happen at the hotel, finishing with “Surely your attitude could lend some help on the field.” ,Velvette just had to make her stand. Which also meant that Vox and Valentino were roped into this as well.

Fucking Hell, this was horrible. But there was little Vox could do about it now as he watched the portal to Heaven open up. Heart racing as numerous Exorcists poured out and headed directly to the hotel.

“Here they come.” Someone unhelpfully provided, but Vox didn’t turn to find out who.

He was already charged, fangs bared as the first Exorcists engaged. The Cannibals took down the first few easily. Those flying after directed to the main group.

Vox barely dodges the sword’s arch, gaining enough of an open to dig his claws into the angel’s skin. Delivering a high voltage to his attacker that caused them to scream in pain and step away.

Leaving their sword stuck in the ground.

Vox didn’t waste time. Picking it up and plunging it straight through its original owner's heart. Taking small satisfaction in watching them drop.

That was forgotten for a moment as a dark dome encompassed the area. Vox watching as those Exorcists who were about to enter were either cut in half or squashed when they ran into the obstacle.

“Step one is lowering numbers and separation. They’ll be sending their fastest fighters first to deal out quick damage before the heavy hitters come in. Alastor will create a barrier around the hotel to cause that separation. While it’s up, focus on taking down the numbers that got in.”

Vox let out a huff as he scanned the battlefield. It was a mess of different fractions struggling to survive and come out on top. Velvette and Valentino had teamed up, the former providing cover while Valentino shot his way through. The same could be said about Charlie and Vaggie, just replace the gun with a spear. Husk was providing arial support, with Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb delivering massive ground coverage.

Niffty was running around, gleefully stabbing angels that had already fallen. Sir Pentious barked orders from the balcony while his Egg Minions rushed around to offer aid. The Cannibals were honestly just biting the closest thing that moved. Thankfully, it seemed to alway be an Exorcist.

And Alastor…

Vox’s attention flicked to the top of the hotel, where he knew the Radio Demon stood. Watching. Waiting. Eyes no doubt trained on the largest angel up there. A small part of Vox felt that he shouldn’t be so worried. It was Alastor after all, the Radio Demon. He could handle himself. He’d proven that time and time again. This was just another stoll for him.

Except he’s never fought an angel before. Let alone fucking Adam of all souls.

“Oi, Vox!”

The Media Overlord winced as an Exorcist was shot in the head. Taking a step back to avoid being downed by the dead angel. Heart hammering, he looked back to find Valentino blowing the smoke from the gun barrel. Velvette glaring at the Media Overlord, clearly pissed.

“Get your fucking head out of your ass and focus.” She shouted before they went off to take down a few more angels.

Taking a few deep breaths, Vox attempted to find a target or someone to help.

Only for his attention to go do the barrier after a loud ‘crack!’ sounded around them. Worry grew as the protection started to crumble away. Adam’s face cracked into a triumphant smile as he instantly went for the rooftop.

“Fuck…” Vox whispered out.

Alastor was by himself.

By himself facing Adam.

“If the barrier is broken, and it probably will be, Alastor is our best bet to keep Adam busy. No offense to the rest of you Overlords, but I’ve never seen you in battle before. I know Alastor’s power. Plus, with him making the barrier, Adam will be gunning for him, no doubt. All you have to do, Alastor, is keep him busy.”

“Are you saying I can’t take this angel down on my own?”

“I’m saying that we need to play this safe. Especially if you’re taking him on, alone.”

“Fuck.”

Before he could really think about what he was doing, Vox was running towards the hotel. The brick and mortar on the side of said building crumbling away as live wires sprouted from the newly created hole. The Media Overlord grabbing onto them the next second and launching himself up to the roof.

It wasn’t the most graceful of landings. Having to do a random tuck roll to avoid smashing his screen. But he was saved from the embarrassment given the fact everyone was too focused on their own fight. Vox ducked behind the hotel’s sign and rooftop windows as he searched for Alastor.

Well, ‘searched’ wasn’t the best word. More watched in fascination as Alastor faced Adam. While it was pretty clear the angel was used to just swinging his weapons around at random, Adam wasn’t used to an actual fight. Against someone who could fight and had to fight on an almost daily basis to survive.

Even the dialogue swapped between them wasn’t comparable. Alastor was smooth and to the point, able to hit right where it hurts.

Adam continued to flounder, grasping at such basic insults that all he could really blurt out was, “Fucking Red!”

Between the barrage of attacks and his inability to focus, Adam wasn’t prepared as a familiar shadow tentacle to wrap around him. Sending said angel in the hotel’s sign.

Vox was very happy that he had inched away from there as that impact almost split the sign in half.

Alastor didn’t hold back on the mocking laugh, “Poetry! What a way with words you have.”

Emerging from the floating debris and electrical sparks, Adam got back onto his feet easily. Ax held tightly in hand, he took to the skies once more. “I’m going to wipe that shitty smile from your face. Because radio is fucking dead!”

Vox barely had time to duck down behind his cover before Adam’s attack landed. Feeling the actual building beneath him shake. Taking a deep breath, the Media Overlord peeked out again…only for his heart to stop.

The roof of the hotel now carried two deep gashes in the roof, dug out on either side of Alastor. It was clear that whatever the Radio Demon had done was enough to keep himself safe. But his microphone had not fared as well. Completely in half with black essence dripping from it, which hissed softly when it made contact with the building.

“What just happened?” Alastor asked to the open air, eyes eventually landing on his broken tool. “...Fuck.”

To caught up in his loss, Alastor seemed to have missed the point where Adam was winding up for another attack. The angel’s ax sparking with more power than the previous charge.

But Vox saw.

He was fully aware as to what was about to happen.

Alastor’s not going to survive this.

Why wasn’t Alastor looking up? He was still in the middle of a fight. Look up you idiot!

This is going to kill him.

How can you claim to be so powerful yet so oblivious during such an important fight!

He wouldn’t survive this if it landed.

Was Alastor really going to let himself be taken down by an angel after that show?

Wait…if it landed.

That moron.

He’s a moron.

Fuck it.

With clarity like he’d never held before, Vox ran out from behind his barrier. Neither of the other occupants had seen him. Which was a small blessing as he now held an element of surprise to use for his advantage.

Just as Adam swung his ax, Vox had wrapped his arms around Alastor. The Radio Demon finally looked up from his broken toy to fix Vox with a look of confusion. Unable to get out his question before a barrier of wires erupted between the Overlords and the angel.

Vox knew it wouldn’t be enough. But it was the best he could make.

Adam’s attack sliced through the wires like it was nothing, but did thankfully reduce the damage it could cause. It didn’t make it hurt any less when Vox’s back was sliced open. At least he and Alastor were still alive.

The blow caused both Overlords to fly back, hitting the back of the hotel’s roof with a pained grunt. Vox found he couldn’t move. Either because the attack damaged something vital or he was in too much pain. Left to lay against Alastor uselessly as the Radio Demon attempted to recover quickly.

“What the fuck did you just do?” Was the first thing out of Alastor’s mouth.

Vox just let out an exhausted laugh as he looked up. He couldn’t catch his breath. “W-What? You upset you c-can’t cause this kind of…d-damage to me? …F-Fuck this hurts…”

The Media Overlord let out a groan as the world shifted around him. Now cradled in Alastor’s arms as he frantically looked the injured demon over. Who noticed how pinched the smile was, how Alastor’s hands gripped him tightly.

“H-Hey, don’t freak out Bambi, I-I’m okay.”

“Your back is sliced up and you can’t move,” Alastor hissed, “You expect me to believe that.”

“...Kind of?” Vox smirked back. The uncomfortably familiar taste of copper filled his mouth. That’s not good. “I-I’ll be okay, really… You need to f-focus…”

“I’m not leaving you like this.”

“I-I think you have to…”

“Aww, well isn’t this fucking cute? NOT!” Adam landed on the roof before the two demons. Pretending to gag before continuing. “This your little boy toy? Little sacrifice for you, turning you on? …Demons are into that, right? Sacrifices and what not.”

The air around them became filled with static. Vox watched as the familiar dials replaced Alastor’s eyes as the Overlord glared the angel down. The Media Overlord pulled closer as if to get him further away from Adam.

“I̳̿͟͞ w̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞k̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ r̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞.”

“Oooh, big tough guy got his feelings hurt cuz I broke two of your play things?” Adam laughed, “If you actually put up a decent fight, maybe this would have turned out differently.”

Alastor let out a hiss, teeth bared at the angel. Vox tensed slightly, feeling a cooling sensation beginning to envelope him. Worried that he’d been further injured than he’d originally thought. Only to relax as shadows began to enclose around him and Alastor.

“I hate to take a break in the action,” said Alastor with as much disdain he could squeeze into his words, “But we’ll have to take a short commercial break before the show can resume.”

As they sunk into the shadows, Vox heard Adam’s condescending “Bye bitch!” before being swallowed by the darkness. When he could see again, he found they’d been moved to the entrance of the hotel. Mainly at the top of the stairs, tucked away in a dark corner.

Vox couldn’t help but hiss in pain as a hand just barely touched the gash. “E-Easy, I’m already in enough pain.”

“Shut up.” Alastor snapped back.

“I’m fine-”

“Stop talking.”

“Seriously, I just n-need to-”

“W̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ b̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ q̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞ f̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞ o̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞c̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞ y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞r̳̿͟͞a̳̿͟͞b̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ e̳̿͟͞x̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞s̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞c̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ a̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞d̳̿͟͞ l̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞t̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞h̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞k̳̿͟͞!”

Vox snapped his mouth closed as Alastor glared down at him. Okay, so, maybe the Radio Demon was more upset than he’d originally planned on. Which, to be honest, he didn’t think Alastor would be upset period over seeing his rival in pain. Vox fully expected to be tossed aside to let Alastor get his second wind while the Media Overlord escaped to lick his wounds.

This…was not in his original plan.

Mismatched eyes flickered up to Alastor’s ears. Which were pinned back as far as they could go. “Y-You’re really upset…”

“...You fucking idiot.” Vox didn’t fight it as he was pulled close once more. Even allowing himself to relax into the hold as Alastor pressed his forehead against the flat screen. “What were you thinking?”

“T-That you weren’t going to s-survive that…”

Alastor let out a humorless chuckle, “And you were?”

“H-Hey, I’m still breathing.”

“Barely.”

“I’ll b-be fine.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because it’s true.”

They fell silent as an explosion sounded from outside, quickly followed by a roar.

“You n-need to get back out there.” Vox said, trying to prop himself up.

“I need to make sure you’re okay first.”

“This isn’t up for discussion Bambi.”

“You’re right, it’s not. So stop moving so I can see how bad it is.”

“Would you-”

The moment was interrupted once again when something large and heavy came barreling into the front of the hotel. Vox was pulled back against Alastor as the shadows swallowed them once more. The former just making out a downed winged beast and Vaggie falling into the lobby proper before he was consumed into the darkness once more.

Light returning showed they were now in the surrounding forest. Vox still able to see the hotel and battle, but far enough that he doubts he’d be in further danger. Unless the Exorcists won and left the confines of the hotel.

“Alastor-”

“You’ll be safe here. At the very least…you’ll be far enough away that I can focus better on the fight.”

Vox let out a hiss as he was laid down. Watching as Alastor removed his jackets, folded it up, and placed it behind the other demon’s head. A hand lingering to rub a thumb along Vox’s screen. Who had no issues leaning into the touch.

“...Kick their asses, yeah?” Vox offered in a small whisper.

“That was the plan,” Alastor replied with a gentle smile, “I’ll be back for you once this is over.”

“You’d better be…” Reaching up, Vox gently took the hand resting against his screen and brought it closer to his lips. Pressing the back of Alastor’s hands to them before letting go. “I’m expecting a show until then.”

“Well, I’d hate to disappoint.”

Vox could only watch as Alastor sunk into the shadows once more, alone this time. Leaving the other demon to rest against the tree. Who was fighting to remain conscious, eyes following what was happening below him as best he could while his vision blurred.

A strange chirping pulled Vox away from the battle. Finding a familiar formed shadow hovering over him.

“Ah…Alastor sent you, didn’t he?”

The shadow didn’t reply back.

“Okay… I’m okay…”

He fell into the awaiting darkness.

He let out a small groan feeling something touch his back.

“I have you…”

He heard people talking. About what, he couldn’t say. But he couldn’t seem to care.

“I wish you could hear this nonsense…”

He felt something brush against his screen.

“You can wake up now… Please.”

He was warm. Comfortable.

“Don’t make me wait too long for you…”

He felt someone holding his hand.

“Vox… You need to wake up…”

Vox let out a small groan as he powered on his screen. His limbs felt heavy as he moved them to rub his eyes. As best he could anyway. The whole screen thing made it rather difficult. Moving slowly, he sat up, barely paying attention to the sheets that slid off him and pooled into his lap. Taking a deep breath, Vox finally opened his eyes to look around.

He was in a bedroom. It was decked out in varying hues of deep reds with accents of black. He was currently resting in a large canopy bed, the curtains drawn and tied back with gold rope. Large armchairs faced the fireplace, which was currently unlit. An overstuffed bookshelf had been placed opposite from the foot of the bed. Next to it was a large wardrobe with a full length mirror.

The walls were filled with numerous pictures and mounts of both animal and demon heads. Only bare for the furniture and the ornate black door that no doubt led to some kind of exit.

“Not my first choice in decorations…” Vox muttered softly. He pulled the blankets off and shuffled over to the large mirror.

He looked horrible.

The wound had been dressed, with wrappings covering his entire middle, leaving just enough room for his arms to be exposed. His skin, which was usually a deep navy blue, was ashened. The embedded lights flickering weakly. His face was barely visible, due to how low the light on his screen was. He didn’t have any more energy to light it further.

Giving a small scoff to himself, Vox made for the door.

He paused before gripping the handle when he heard music coming from the other side. Jazz, Vox guess, songs that he’d not heard before.

There’s no way he was…

Vox opened the door and stepped into a parlor. Same design as the bedroom, deep reds with black accents. It was spacious and comfortable, homey. The closest you could get when in Hell. A small kitchen that was connected to a dining area. Enough room for two to three people at a time to move around comfortably. Further along, the room changed to that of an open bayou. Vox smells the damp earth and even hears the chirps of creatures that he knew weren’t actually there.

Sitting at the small dining table, cup half way to his lips, was Alastor. Red eyes wide as he stares Vox down. Who can only look back, frozen to the spot.

“Um…hi?” Vox weakly offered.

“...Hello. Care to join me?” Alastor offered, gesturing to the chair across from him.

Realizing he didn’t have much of a choice, Vox took it. Closing the bedroom door behind him. He cautiously approached the table, eyeing Alastor before sitting down. Thankful that the chair was padded and didn’t bother his wound.

Vox twitched in surprise when a plate appeared before him. It was filled with small tea cakes and sandwiches made with ingredients that he couldn’t recognize. Picking one up, Vox looked it over before casting his eyes over to Alastor.

“None of it is sinner meat,” was the quick reply, “I’m not that cruel.”

That was enough for Vox. His composure to look put together fell away when he took the first bite, stomach squeezing and moaning as if to signify how long it had been since he’d last eaten. He didn’t care how he looked as he tried to stuff as much into his mouth as possible. All Vox could focus on was keeping his mouth full. Unaware that the plate continuously filled itself back up with every piece that was eaten.

The music continued on.

Vox only slowed down long enough to down some water, by some it was a few glassfuls worth, before going back to eating.

Alastor didn’t say a word as he nursed his own cup of tea. Eyes pointedly looking away to let Vox eat without an audience.

Eventually, Vox leaned back into the chair, hand on his stomach as he finally reached his fill. Eyes closing as he settles in to let it all digest.

“Feeling better?” Alastor asks, placing his cup down.

“Yeah… Thanks.”

“Good. With that out of the way.”

The calming atmosphere suddenly disappeared when Vox found himself trapped in the chair. Wide eyes going up to the Radio Demon, whose face was already beginning to twist. Alastor leaned closer with his hands digging into the chair’s arms.

“Where do you get off,” Alastor hissed out, “Taking an attack for me.”

Vox frowned back, “You’re telling me you wanted to die?”

“You have no proof that would have happened.”

“That attack only did the damage it did to me because I was able to make a barrier. You didn’t even have your magic raised! You were just a sitting duck, you moron!” Vox’s bravado fell away when Alastor let out a hiss, inching closer.

“Mind your words.”

Vox frowned softly, turning his attention away from the other. “...Why are you upset?”

That caused Alastor to pull away, putting on an air of standoffishness. “I’m not.”

“You almost went full Radio Demon on me and you expect me to believe that? Why are you upset? Is it because I stole your thunder?”

“No.”

“Because I saw you lose?”

“I didn’t lose.”

Vox rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever…”

He shifted to sit better in the chair, involuntarily letting out a small hiss of pain. Looking back up, Vox froze, finding Alastor’s eyes had returned to him. Ears flat on his head while red eyes darted around the Media Overlord.

“...Were you…scared for me?”

“Yes.”

Silence.

The music continued on.

“...Alastor…I said I was fine-”

“Do not.” Alastor hissed out. Not out of anger towards Vox, but out of fear. The Radio Demon turned away so his back faced Vox.

The record scratched. The music stopped.

“You were…passed out when I returned to the forest. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know how deep that gash was. You didn’t respond to anything I tried. We didn’t have a hotel to return to, it had been destroyed during the fight, but you needed somewhere safe to recover.”

Vox slowly stood and cautiously made his way over to Alastor. Whose back was still facing him.

“I overreacted, I know I did. Your business partners wanted to take you back to your stupid tower. I should have let you go, but the thought of you being so far away from me was… I hated it. So I fought for you to stay here. More like threatened to bite their hands off if they reached for you. But the warning did its job well.”

Still moving cautiously, Vox moved to stand next to the other. Turning to look Alastor in the face as best he could. Finding the other demon’s eyes closed, a comforting smile weighing on him.

Alastor’s eyes snapped back open, causing Vox to take a tentative step back. The Radio Demon followed until the other had his back pressed against the wall. Holding back a flinch as a hand reached up to brush across his screen. Involuntarily, Vox closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch, sighing softly.

“If I was…scared…how would that make you feel?” Alastor asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“...Confused?” Vox weakly started, “Because I have no reason to believe that you should be worried about me.”

“I should say the same about you. You left the battlefield specifically to oversee my fight against Adam. I fully planned on facing him alone, I was ready to handle the outcome delivered to me. Yet here you come, racing over to act as a shield for an attack meant for me. Someone you called a rival.”

Vox looked away, still allowing the hand to rest on his screen. “You broke us off all those years ago…and then left… I thought you wanted to get away from me. I thought you hated me.”

“...I don’t.”

A heavy sigh sounds, “Sure feels like it.”

“...Have I ever told you why I smile?”

Vox looked back up at that, brows furrowed in confusion. “No…”

Letting out a small hum, Alastor gently pulled Vox away from the wall. With a wave of his hand, the music returned once more, filling the air with a slow waltz instead of jazz. Vox didn’t argue as one of his hands was claimed, flushing slightly when Alastor’s other one rested on his waist. The Media Overlord resting his free hand on the Radio Demon’s shoulder.

As if they’d only done this just the other day, they easily fell into step. Vox felt a little tense at first but relaxed as the second song came around.

“I smile because it’s a weapon like anything else,” Alastor said softly, “I keep everyone on their toes when I’m around because no one knows what I’m thinking. A smile makes everyone assume that I’m in control of the situation. A smile can offer comfort or terror depending on who it’s directed to.”

Vox frowned, “Okay…”

“I always hold my cards close to my chest. Always. I never like anyone having something over me. Manipulation is my tactic, no one else’s.”

“What point are you trying to make here?”

“I thought I was playing my game as safely as I could. Perhaps in my stubbornness I became a little…short sighted.”

Vox frowned, “Is…someone blackmailing you?”

“In a way.”

That caused the Media Overlord’s heart to freeze. “Wha- Who? Who in all of Hell would be dumb enough to tangle with an Overlord. More specifically, you.”

Alator’s smile thinned as his eyes flickered away.

“...Is it not someone from Hell? Did you run into an angel? Alastor-”

“I left because I became…short sighted. In my attempts to appear untouchable, I loosened my grip…and someone stole a card from my hand. Yes, I left our relationship and I disappeared because of you. But not from hate or displeasure. The time I had with you is not something I would trade for anything.”

“Then…why?”

Alastor turned his attention back to Vox, “Come now, you’re not that dense. I can’t always spell things out for you.”

“You never have.” Vox argued back, but muddled over what had been said. Figuring Alastor wouldn’t be ‘allowed’ to offer more insight to his predicament.

His eyes widened slightly in understanding. Raising his screen to stare Alastor down.

“Did…someone threaten me?”

The tight smile returned. “I had unknowingly painted a bullseye on your back.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because, I’m ashamed to admit, I panicked. I just had a desire to put as much space between me and you. When I returned, I figured it would be better to have you hate me to keep that distance. …I didn’t think you and your business partners would have joined this fight.”

Vox rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, that’s what happens when Velvette runs her mouth… You were really okay with me hating you for all eternity just to keep me safe.”

“Yes.”

“You…fucking idiot.” Vox laughed softly, shaking his head. “How can you be a serial murderer yet a martyr at the same time?”

“I care for only a few lives in this place. I will always act as a shield for them.”

“Bleeding heart.” Vox couldn’t stop the yelp that left him as he was suddenly dipped down to the floor. Shifting his hand on Alastor’s shoulder to now wrap the whole arm around the other demon. The Media Overlord looked up with wide eyes.

“Those are the best kind to devour.” Alastor commented smoothly.

“Yeah, I remember that…”

Vox was slowly brought back up onto his feet once more. Relaxing as he found his balance. Both demons were content with just swaying slowly where they stood.

“I hope you understand that, now that you’ve told me a bit as to what’s going on, you’re not getting rid of me.” Vox stated definitely.

“I figured as much.”

“And you’re not going to run away again. Are you?”

“It was not in my immediate plans, no.”

“I suppose that’s the best I’m going to get…”

“Suppose so. …How about this as consolation?”

Vox tensed suddenly feeling lips cover his, relaxing the next moment as he kissed back. Arms moving to gently wrap around the other, eyes closing as Alastor’s hands rested on his hip. Both didn’t seem to hear the static as the music paused in its progression.

When they pulled apart, Vox kept his eyes closed. Content in allowing Alastor to press his forehead against the screen.

“How was that?”

“Better than I remembered.”

“Good.”

And the music continued on.

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Comes in Waves - Who Did This To You?

Entries for the 2024 RadioStatic Week.

Every step hurts. Every breath was painful. His vision was horrible with how cracked his screen was. It was amazing that he was even still standing. He was pretty sure he was running off of adrenaline and the moment that fell away, he was going to drop.

Vox couldn’t hold back the hiss that escaped him when he met with some uneven ground. Needing to dig his claws into the closet surface to gain some balance for himself. Unable to move from the new wave of pain, Vox tried to catch his breath as he tried to ‘look’ around. When his vision did clear, he’d been able to catch some snippets of the path he was on.

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure why he picked this way. He could have just gone back to his Tower. It would have been easier. Less damage to his already bruised ego. Less chance of being seen by demons who shouldn’t know about his condition.

But, at this point, with how much pain he was in, Vox was just on a one track mind of just getting to safety, to comfort, and that wasn’t back at his Tower.

It was at that stupid, fucking hotel. If he was even allowed to come in. He could just barely make out the large structure. He was about halfway up the path from where he stood. It felt…so far away. But he was also so close, closer than before. He can make it. He can, he has to…

He was so tired…

He couldn’t move…

It took everything for Vox to place one more step. Only to freeze when the shadows shifted to form a familiar figure. Alastor’s smile tight as his eyes narrowed down on the injured Overlord.

Vox couldn’t tell if the other was angry, annoyed, or both.

“Well, you’re rather far from home.” Alastor said so casually, you would have thought they’d just met on the street any old day. But that damn smile was still tight.

Vox’s retort was nothing more than his words being cut off in a stream of broken static. Pain coursing through him once more, causing his hand to become dislodged from the tree he’d dug them into. Body convulsing for a moment before he began to fall. Unable to pull the feeling back into his legs or arms to catch himself.

But the landing never came.

Instead, in the blink of an eye, Alastor had closed the distance between them. Staff disappeared to allow both arms to be free as they caught the unresponsive Overlord. Vox, on his part, was just barely online at this point. Knowing that he was open to whatever attack the Radio Demon might have for him. Expecting to feel the sting of a knife to cut through his back and into his heart, putting him out of his misery.

Shock flickered through Vox once more when he was easily lifted off the ground. Wanting to feel some bit of annoyance or embarrassment to hit as he was basically cradled in the arms of his rival. But all he could do was lay his head on Alastor’s shoulder. Just able to make out the sharp smile pointed at him through his fogged vision.

“I suppose you and I will have a long chat after you wake again.”

Vox merely blinked back as a reply.

Alastor didn’t seem to care as he turned and made his way up to the hotel. Seeming to take his steps deliberately as if to not jostle Vox too much. The Media’s last memory was that of the double doors opening, the residents inside peering at them both with a mix of worry and panic, and Alastor pushing past them with ease and without a word.

Vox was out before they reached the base of the grand staircase.

When he woke, Vox was pleased to see that his vision had cleared up. That was the millisecond of relief he had before he realized he was not in his room. He was on a bed, a plush one. One that felt as if he was on a cloud, far softer than any of the beds the Vees’ owned. The canopy overhead was a deep red, a blood red, nothing like the reds from Valentino’s room. And Velvette didn’t like deep red.

“W-Where…” Vox winces hearing how terrible his voice sounded.

He couldn’t move his head, still too tired from healing himself. But he could hear footsteps approaching where he laid. Confusion grew as Alastor came into view. That smile still in place as the Radio Demon sat on the edge of the bed.

“Well, look who finally decided to wake. You were giving Sleeping Beauty a run for her money.” Alastor said calmly. But Vox could tell there was another emotion hidden underneath. You don’t study your biggest rival without learning a few cues.

With how tight Alastor’s smile was…was he…worried?

“What…happened?” Vox asked weakly.

“I was hoping you could tell me, good man. You come shuffling your pity parade of one towards the hotel and I thought you were being your foolish self. Going to make another silly proclamation to fight me or what not…” Alastor’s chipper tone slowly disappeared as he started the other down.

“Only to be colored surprised when I find you clinging to consciousness and barely able to stand. I thought, at first, maybe it was a ruse? Some way to have my guard be dropped. To foolishly let you in…”

Vox blinked, slowly, trying to remember. “...How long have I been asleep?”

“2 days, 11 hours, 52 minutes, and a few seconds… But who’s counting really.” That tight smile was back.

“Where…am I? I mean, the hotel but…one of the rooms?”

“My room, to be more exact.”

That caused a hit of confusion. Vox still couldn’t turn his head, to confirm if Alastor was telling the truth. But the Radio Demon had no reason to lie about something like this. So…

“You deliberately brought me to your room?” If Vox was his usual self, he would have put a teasing tone. Openly mocking the other for his action. But he was more surprised to have been not only brought into the hotel but specifically into Alastor’s room.

His domain.

Allowing Vox to just sleep on his bed.

“Of course I did. The only one allowed to see you in such a state is me…” Alastor’s voice was just barely a whisper. Reaching out to run the back of his hand along Vox’s frame.

Only to pull away quickly with his eyes a bright red, “Because only I should be able to take such pleasure in seeing you this broken.”

Vox growled as the laugh track played throughout the room. “Fuck you, Alastor!”

That gave Vox enough energy to sit up in defiance. Only to feel his body jolt in pain from the sudden movement, causing him to lay back down in intense suffering.

“Ah ah,” Alastor wagged his finger, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You were, and still are, in bad shape and none of your electrical annoyances are here to help you along. Your recovery is going to take some time.”

“Did I get any calls?”

Alastor tilted his head at that. “How should I know?”

“What- Just, tap the screen on my phone and tell me what it says.”

“What phone?”

Vox let out a pained growl. “Now’s not the time for your technophobia or whatever. I need you to find my phone and-”

“Your phone’s not here.”

That gave the Media Overlord some pause. “...What do you mean it’s not here?”

“I mean it’s not here. Not sure how much clearer I can make it for you. You arrived here, but your ‘phone’ did not.”

“Don’t use air quotes, you ass.”

Alastor merely laughed. “Tell me, where do you remember your ‘phone’ being?”

Really wishing he could smack that smirk off, Vox contented himself with rolling his eyes. Looking away from the other as he tried to recall what happened.

He was heading back from a meeting.

It was dark and he decided to duck into an alleyway.

For everything he couldn’t remember why he didn’t call his limo or move through the current as he normally did. But he hadn’t felt like it that night.

He was engrossed in his phone, planning the next big event or meeting or something.

He didn’t see the entrances being blocked.

He didn’t see the first attack.

He remembered fighting back.

He’d dropped his phone to focus on everything else.

But between being jumped and with how many there were…

It’s shameful to think an Overlord would allow himself to be jumped so easily.

“Well?”

Alastor’s voice pulled Vox back to the present. The Media Overlord nervous with how close the other was leaning over him. Red eyes narrowed as he waited for Vox to reply. That tight smile was back.

“I…just lost it,” Vox replied weakly, “It’s fine. No one can access it. I’ll get it later.”

He tensed when Alastor let out a low growl. Vox heard a tearing sound right next to his head. His mind helpfully offered that Alastor’s claws were digging into the bed.

“What a horrible answer.” The Radio Demon’s voice was distorted as he spoke.

Vox felt his heart racing. “What?”

“Since you seem to want to make this difficult, I’ll just cut to the chase.” Alastor’s face was barely an inch away from Vox’s. The Media Overlord knew the other didn’t have hypnotic powers, but he found he couldn’t look away from the deep red eyes staring into him.

“Who did this to you.”

Vox swallowed weakly. “Just…some sinners. It’s not- I was just off- I wasn’t paying attention. It’s fine.”

The deep growl said otherwise. “Who. Give me descriptions. Detail. Locations. Something.”

“I- Why?”

“Because I’m going to make them suffer,” Alastor hissed, “I’m going to send their screams of panic and fear through the airwaves for all to hear. I’m going to make an example out of them. I’m going to tell this wretched place that the only demon who’s allowed to even look at you is me. Do you understand? Y̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞u̳̿͟͞ b̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞l̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞n̳̿͟͞g̳̿͟͞ t̳̿͟͞o̳̿͟͞ m̳̿͟͞e̳̿͟͞.”

Vox knew he should be terrified. That he should fight back in some way. To stand his ground and say he could handle this himself. But an ever growing part of him warned to not fight this and he quickly sided with it

“I-It was the alleyway off of 6th,” he started to spill, “Next to that little bakery, I think, I-I don’t know, but it has a weird name. They were sharks, loan sharks maybe? I don’t know. I know a few of those organizations owe me money so maybe this was them trying to clear the debt. There were about 5, maybe 6 of them? I didn’t get a good look.”

The air suddenly cleared up. Vox letting out the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding as he sunk back into the bed. On his part, Alastor looked as if nothing had just transpired. Merely corrected his tie before addressing Vox once more.

“Rest easy know that while you’re in my domain, no harm shall come to you.”

“Alastor-”

“I suggest you rest a little longer. Maybe you’ll get some feeling back in your limbs instead of just your mouth.”

“Alastor-” Vox froze again, feeling fingers under his chin. Eyes following said hand as it was casually waved over his screen. Exhaustion suddenly gripped him. Just barely able to keep himself awake as he watched the other stand. “Alastor…”

“Rest, Vox. I’ll be back soon.”

As Alastor fully turned away, making for the door, Vox fell into the calming darkness and slept.

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