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Everyone knew about the TV and Radio Demon's intense rivalry. When Vox fell down to hell after his demise at 24 due to being a corrupt CEO and cruel TV Host, he was actually a normal sinner….at least until the 70's when he met Valentino and they worked together to build an empire, the latter promising him fame and wealth if they worked alongside each other. Didn't take long for Vox to find power and become one of the strongest overlords around.
Naturally when Alastor and Vox met, the minor disagreement about which technology was better quickly became the bind to their burning rivalry.
They were polar opposites too, Alastor was jovial and upbeat, while Vox was more cold and cynical. They had almost nothing in common, with the exception they were both male overlords and sinners, the similarities ended there.
So it came off as no surprise when they did meet, violence soon followed after. It was a normal day in the pride sector of Hell and Vox and Alastor were duking it out. It started out with a quip before it got heated and it spiraled out of control from there.
Most demons had already fled the area, not wanting to be caught up in the carnage between two powerhouses. Everyone knew that if Vox and Alastor were fighting, only fools would try to get in the way or dissuade the conflict.
"You really think you can beat me, huh, Alastor?"
"I don't think, I know!" The deer demon bit back, using his staff as a shield to block Vox's cables. They had been at it for over an hour so far they were evenly matched. Both sustained major injuries but neither seemed willing to give the other the victory.
"Cocky words for someone using his staff as a shield…" Vox then backed away from Alastor,"However, I do believe that this is enough playing. This battle has gone on for FAR too long, it's time to finally end the long awaited debate of who is better. Radio VS TV, the rivalry ends today! Whoever walks away from this fight is the victor! And I know it's gonna be me!"
"Tch! Like I'm going to take your word for it. I say we settle this here and now. Full power, no hold barred this time! The other fights were just for show, this is where you take your final bow!"
"Ha! Like hell. This time, you're going to be cancelled! Time to take your outdated views to the inferno! Hell will finally know who the true technological demon really is!"
The two overlords summoned the greatest powers within their move set, Vox with his electricity that ran through all of Hell and Alastor with his dark magic mixed with his radio waves. This was it, the final showdown, only one of them walking away from this battle.
They then charged at one another, teeth barred and hearts racing. The moment their attacks made contact was the moment they realized that something had gone wrong, as a blinding bright light encompassed the area, engulfing them in the process and knocking them unconscious.
The last thing either of them saw was each other before the bright light seared into their eyes and blackness took over.
Pain. That was the first sensation they felt.
'Ugh….Where am I?' A figure asked, their head throbbing with undeniable pain. It felt like they had been hit with a tidal wave. They felt so drained and everything hurt.'What happened to me?'
They looked around. Still in Pentagram City, but it was rather damaged and heavily worn. It looked like a bomb had been dropped on the surrounding area. It felt like he landed a fair bit away from where Vox and Alastor last stood.
They paused, now looking down at themselves. They had neon gloves. They didn't remember how they acquired this clothing, but something about the gloves seemed too familiar. The gloves they wore…
Looked just like Alastor's, but instead of them being burgundy with red claws at the end, they were a dark grey with neon and red claws.
'Wait…' They paused, mind racing for an answer. This made no sense, how could they have Alastor and Vox's features at the same time? Unless…
He slowly rose to his feet, walking to find something that would aid him. His boot met a piece of glass that cracked, likely a part of Vox's screen from the looks of it and held it up. To his disbelief, he saw Alastor's face staring back at him, a frown now stretched across his face.
He was now wearing a large top hat and a mixture of both Alastor and Vox's clothing. His suit was black while the lines on his suit were neon and red. He had a black and red bow tie and Vox's striped shirt was now inverted to have black and red stripes instead of red and black. His top hat had Vox's wifi signal and antennas at the side of the hat. He had Alastor's hair but it was black with neon blue and red colors at the tips. He also had a trail of red blood at the side and neon teeth. The right side of his eye was just like Alastor's but the left was like Vox's, have a black outline and a neon blue iris. He had neon blue eye shadow.
'We've fused together…' He breathed, now looking down at himself. Internally, his thoughts were racing around faster than the speed of light. Alastor and Vox were now within him, their minds and bodies had merged to create one single entity.
Him.
Questions blitzed around inside, all of them without a clear answer.
'Is this permanent? Are we stuck like this forever? What happened to us? How long is this going to last?'
He didn't know any of the answers, and from what his components thoughts were, neither could they. They were all trapped and neither of them knew what to do.
"Dammit!" The fusion cursed,"We're trapped like this! And it's your fault!" When he shouted this, both Alastor and Vox's voices emitted from him, now speaking in while they shared a mind, it was clear neither of them liked the situation and found each other at odds.
"Alastor...Vox...They've fused together and now they're one..." He mused,"Now what does that make me?" He didn't know. He was neither Vox or Alastor, yet he was both of them combined. Their consciousness's had merged and now they were together. This wasn't supposed to happen, none of it was, yet here they were, fused together.
The fusion attempted to defuse himself, but despite how powerful he was, it was clear that he didn't posses the ability to defuse himself. All these grand abilities yet the simplest thing wasn't available to them. Internally, Vox's and Alastor's consciousnesses were screaming at one another, not knowing to do next. They didn't know what to do, but they knew they had to leave. They couldn't stay out in the open, someone night see them.
He wondered where he should go. If he went back to the Studio he'd have to deal with Velvet and Valentino, but if he went to that Hotel, he'd have to deal with Charlie and Vaggie. Neither choices were good, but he decided that going to the hotel would be easier on the front they wouldn't have to worry about Valentino or Velvet, who were more likely to be violent than the latter two.