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The V tower was never cleaner than at this moment. Vox makes a last look around through all of his cameras and finds everything in order: Velvette is scolding a bawling model and will do that for at least another hour and Valentino... Well Valentino sits in his loft and glues some glitter to his guns.
Better than making another porn with cannibals. Until this day Vox sometimes finds pieces of brains. He shudders and focusses. Everything is perfect.
"Mr. Vox? Your 2 pm Meeting is here," says a small imp.
"Wonderful. Now fuck off!" The imp flees and Vox holds back a laughter. This workers are so weak. Tools. Everyone is a tool in Vox’ eyes.
Well, everyone but him.
A last look in the mirror: designer suit, a new bowtie.
Vox hopes that HE will notice it.
HE is standing in the meeting room and enjoys the view of the city, the arms behind his back, in one hand his cane.
The Radio Demon doesn't look at Vox, when he enters. But his distorted voice echoes to him.
"Ah, Vox my old pal. Your invitation was quite a pleasure to read. Now, how may I help you?”
"Alastor! Good to see you! How is it going? Heard another overlord disappeared, can we hear their voice soon in your broadcast?"
Alastor tilts his head and looks to Vox with his bright grin.
"I think, my dear, that is none of your business. But it's delightful to hear that you listen to my radio show. Quite a surprise, but a welcomed one. So, what is the matter? As you know, we both are busy entertainers. I'm sure you have a tight schedule."
"No- I mean yes! I actually have another meeting soon, but-"
Alastor turns around and is suddenly very close to Vox.
"Then we shouldn't waste anymore time, am I right?"
Vox is sweating and his heart beats fast. He can't look away from these fascinating eyes and his ears are ringing from the voice that haunts his dreams.
"Well", he gulps.
"Of course! So I have a d.... an offer for you! We could bring the whole city under our control. Imagine it: we, together, are ruling this place. We could be the perfect coup... partners!"
Vox feels how he flushes.
It's a perfect plan. The TV- and the Radio Demon, a perfect couple.
His screen turns more red.
Alastor is looking at him, his head slightly tilted.
"That's an interesting offer, my dear. But unfortunately, I don't need any business partners."
"Hold on, I-"
"I must interrupt you there, old pal. I have my own plans and none of them include you or your fellow campaigners."
Vox feels like he is hit over the head. "Wait, I mean..."
But Alastor doesn't listen. His frame distorts, becomes bigger and thinner. "I'm striving for more than you can imagine. More than hell have ever seen, and none will stand in my way!"
A moment later, he is himself again. He pats Vox’ Screen. "So, be a good Overlord and play with the others, I have business to attend!"
His grin turns brighter and Alastor disappears in the shadows.
Leaves Vox behind, with a broken screen.
A broken heart.
And a deep, deep rage.
During the night, a new broadcast terrified the residents of hell, this time louder and even worse than the last one.
Vox doesn't listen.
And then... it stops.
It stops for 7 years.
Vox lies about the encounter. It was a fight, he tells Velvette. That he has beaten Alastor.
No one believes him.
It doesn't matter. In the next few years, Vox' hate for the Radio Demon grows, roots deep in him.
And then...
One day...
"The fucker is back!”