All he can hear is silence.

Even the clacking of his heels against the tiled flooring, leading him to a wooden staircase, fell on deaf ears.

To the roof, Vox's favorite place to get away.

It was safe: outside, no cameras, fresh air (at least as fresh as it can be when in hell), and most importantly,

No Val.

Valentino… the monster. Lured in by that sadistic smile on the moth's lips. It was mesmerizing, the way that hellish moth would waltz into a room. Valentino owned him, and everyone around.

By the time Vox could see him for who he truly was, it was too late.

He was under his spell.

There were warnings… really, they were so obvious. A walking sign of caution by the name of Angel Dust. But the plasmic man believed he was special. Different.

Wouldn't anyone? Could they blame him for ignoring those red flags?

Vox wanted to talk to the porn star several times, someone who could understand his pain and the abuse. He'd keep an eye on him, considering his next move.

But in the end he didn't have the courage. Angel hated the plasmic man and rightfully so. I mean, who doesn't hate the V's nowadays?

And another thing.. What if Valentino found out? A hand reaches up to the jagged, deep cracks across his face from the time the moth man got aggravated with him. Sure, Vox pissed him off, but he had never expected the swift punch to his face that left him screaming in pain and glass strewn across the floor of their shared bedroom.

….. Oh.

He didn't even realize he was standing on the edge, past the guard rail meant to protect absolutely noone. Is this what his life has become?
The plasmic man didn't come out here for this, but maybe it's a sign. A way to free himself from the chains around his heart, or whatever's left of it.

He's on autopilot now, it's the right decision. This is the only way.

He tossed his favorite pair of black heels to the side.
His outerwear next.

Along with the tears (since when did he cry?), soft whimsical whispers escape his lips:

"He knew what to say to sweep me off my feet.
I should've never heard a word he said to me.
I was comfortable with ignorance is bliss,
Cuz I told myself I wouldn't fall for it. But then-" The tears flow faster, his breathing rugged.

"Quicker than a flash, he had me at "hello".
He took me by the hand, we started dancing slow.
Didn't want to get attached but now I'm far too close.
He knows just what he's doing."

Every word he sings seems to become more unhinged, the song from the pale blue lips on a broken face, a broken man.

Vox takes a step forward, one foot hanging off the tenth story of his own place of work. Isn't that hilarious?

Inhale.

"I didn't know, when I met Valentino,
I was giving him control over me, now I'm stuck in his melody.
Let me go, Valentino! - He is practically shouting.
You're not getting anymore out of me, I don't want your cruel melody."

Exhale.

And then, with a smile on par with Alastor's…

Vox loosened his grip on the railing, no longer supporting his body weight.

"This is it."

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Authors Note:

Hi friends! I hope you enjoyed! This can be read simply as a one-shot with the ending left ambiguous, but I thought it would be fun to make a next chapter with Angel's pov during Vox's segment.

So you can consider Angel's chapter as a continuation or an alternate ending, whichever you prefer :

ALSO I'm thinking about doing an ACTUAL alternative ending involving Alastor instead of Angel, but this one is definitely an alternate version. Lmk if you want to see it happen :33

One more thing, I know demons can come back if not killed with Angel weapons, but for angst sake lets pretend hell is like a second life, your last life and afterwards your soul cease to exist! You Only Live Twice ~~ 3