"What the fuck is it with that wall?"
They all look toward the hole that was blasted into the side of the hotel
"Y'all know me, love to make an entrance!" Cherri Bomb stepped through the hole "Angie! Ya little bitch! What's going on? Every time I invite you to hang out ya say no!"
"Okay, Cherri." Charlie walks up to the Cyclops "So glad to have you here, but…" she glances back at Vaggie "We have a door, please use it, okay? No more blowing up the walls. Okay?" Charlie gives a pleading grin
"Alright," Cherri says, her lips flat as she rolls her eye. Charlie gives an enthusiastic thumbs up.
Voe gives an excited gasp "Cherri Bomb! Hi!" She waves at the other woman "I haven't seen you since the last time you were here."
"Uh yeah…" She squints "Angie! Answer me ya bitch!"
"Ugh, I'm just busy, ya know." He lays down on the couch
"All the more reason to get pissed!"
"Yeah but between work…..and that's it."
"Come on then!" she pulls his legs
"Ugh!" he falls on the floor "Gimme a minute! Or five! Or a thousand!" He lays his head back on the ground
"Where were you headed, Cherri?" Voe chimed up
Cherri keeps tugging Angel's leg "I was gonna drag Angel to-"
"This is a perfect opportunity to get to know each other! The club! We're going to the club!" He points up at the ceiling
"Sorry to interrupt, but Voe can you go get Alastor? We need him to fix this wall," Charlie approaches the three of them
Voe blinks "Why me?"
Charlie blinks back at the doe "Um because…uh…can you please just do it?"
The doe twists her lip in confusion "Okay." she starts walking "Wait, where is he?"
"He should be in his radio station," Vaggie stepped up next to Charlie
"Where is that?" she tilts her head in confusion
Charlie points down the hall "At the very top of those stairs."
Voe walks toward them and starts ascending. After walking for about 10 minutes up the many flights. She took a second to breathe. Was this why they sent her? So they wouldn't have to do all this? She stood wondering if there was a faster way to get up all these stairs, racking her brain with possible solutions, she just decided to accept her fate. That is until the overwhelming thoughts of wishing to move faster consumed her mind to the point where she didn't even notice that she had passed about 5 flights in a few seconds. Looking back down, she realized that she was further along than she thought. Taking the next few flights in the same way. Once she took her time she noticed that she was moving and climbing unnaturally fast, her speed nothing like she'd ever seen before. Once she started to do it on purpose, she realized what exactly it was.
At the top of the stairs, she regarded her feet with awe "Cool," she spoke smugly
The door to Alastor's radio station was closed, with a sign saying 'On Air' lit up at the top of the door, she reached for the knob but pulled her hand back once she heard his voice.
"And that you wayward souls is why all other forms of music are inferior to jazz. " she could hear the smirk on his face "Now ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to finally address the subject that you all have tuned in for. Recently, you may have heard the news that in my next broadcast, I plan to speak about my relationship with someone special. And finally, that broadcast is here!" Voe steps forward and presses her ear to the door. "I want to talk about a very important person, I've known them for some time and they've been on my mind recently." he takes a breath "That person is….Voe the Beau, as she goes by" Voe inhales sharply, then covers her mouth to mask the sound "I'm sure you've heard of her. She seems to have taken Hell by storm. This demoness is quite the newcomer, she seems quite intelligent, and her flair is felt in almost all the crevices of Pentagram City. In fact, given the number of people willing to follow her, I believe that some Overlords, such as a certain talk show host with a picture box for a cranium should look out." His tone gets threatening and ominous towards the end "This is Alastor, signing off" he ends his broadcast with the evilest of laughs as the 'On Air' sign goes dark. Voe backs up from the door as she hears the knob turning. Alastor, in his lean frame, stands in front of her in the doorway.
"Did you need something, my dear?"
She looks up at him over her glasses "Charlie asked me to come…get you." She stands straight up "They have a wall problem." His face is straight, but his eyes look down, almost disappearing. She wondered how it felt for him to be looking at her from such a great height.
"Once again, I am needed." he starts to dissipate
"Wait!" Alastor reforms in place with an eyebrow raised "Can you like, shadow me down too?"
His smile turns into a smirk "Oh, my dear" he says before disappearing into the shadows
"Ugh this motherfucker," she mumbles under her breath
Luckily she had gotten a hang of her unnatural speed and made quick work of the staircase, but it would've been better if he had just shadowed her down as she asked. She made it to her room, and fell face-first into her bed, resting her feet for a bit. It wasn't even two hours before her ears picked up on some nonsense from downstairs. Mostly Charlie screaming and everyone else sounding annoyed as fuck. Her ears wouldn't stop twitching with sound, despite how much she tried to ignore it.
But then she heard another voice that had never graced her ears before. It was high pitched, nasally, and grated her ears like nothing before. With a groan, she dragged herself out of the bed legs first and exited her hotel room. There was no way that any drama was going down without her being a part of it.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see Alastor, duh"
"Didn't send you away last time?"
"And now I'm back! I'm like a boomerang baby!"
"I don't recommend it."
"Oh, what do you know kitty? Alastor loves me." She strolls past the cat, up to the deer with a smug grin on her face
Voe's appearance at the top of the stairs was nothing short of dramatic, but that was how she liked it. She'd heard the nasally high-pitched voice from a different floor. A voice she didn't recognize. And now seeing who the voice belonged to, and who it was directed towards, she was not pleased.
Alastor stood incredibly still and silent at the pleas of the blonde. She started edging closer and closer to him, until making contact when she was holding his arm, and his pupils were looking down on her unsure of whether to recoil or throw her.
"Alastor!" Voe calls from the top of the stairs, using her incredible speed to then appear next to him, edging out the blonde. "Who's this?"
"Mimzy." The blonde speaks flatly, looking Voe up and down
"Hello, Mimzy! My name is Voe! To what do we owe the visit?" Her eyes are large, but unwelcoming, hoping to create a feeling of unease in her victim.
She turns back to Alastor, Voe fuming inside.
"Alastor, I need you!"
"And I do believe I made my stance clear."
"Please I'm in danger! It's not the sharks this time!"
"I wouldn't care if it was a pack of wolves."
"They're foxes,"
"What?"
"Foxes? Just help me out one more time. For old time's sake?"
"I told you no. I cannot have you bringing danger to our doors"
"But they followed me here!"
The walls of the hotel shake and shudder, the sound of something slamming into the front of the hotel, threatening to send it once again, tumbling down.
Alastor glared down at Mimzy, clearly angered with his unbroken smile, and inhaled with irritation.
"You wouldn't just let your old friend bite the dust, would you?" Mimzy pleaded.
"I know I would," Angel muttered to Husker. "Please?" she looked up at him with pleading eyes.
Voe squinted, examining Mimzy's face, then looked up at Alastor to read his. They knew each other well, it seemed. Voe didn't really take kindly to being ignored, but reading this woman for filth wouldn't exactly accomplish what she wanted. Sure, it would put the blonde in her place, but it wouldn't tear Alastor's attention away from her. She needed something that could do both.
Voe quickly rushes out of the hotel entrance and finds herself confronting the foxes that are endangering her place of residence. She stands firmly in front of the doors, ensuring that her dress is neat, and her heels make a clicking sound as she maintains her position.
"Hi." She waves "I'm Voe. I would like to kindly ask that you stop trying to destroy this hotel, as it is very special to me and the other residents."
The foxes are visibly confused. "Just give us that bitch Mimzy, and we'll be on our way."
Voe scrunches her face "Yeah, we can't do that, sorry."
The lead fox grins at her evilly and full of delight "Or we could take you as payment, how's that sound princess?"
"I don't like that very much either."
"Ain't that quite a shame. Y'all make haste on the building," he nods towards one of the foxes near Voe "Make quick work of the bitch."
Voe turns up her lip as though she is disappointed, as one fox does as he is instructed.
"Clearly you have your species mixed up." She examines her nails "'Cuz I'm not a bitch." As the fox approaches and reaches for her, she unsheathes a nail "I'm a doe."
In one swift motion, she slits the throat of the fox before her, and he falls still on the ground, Oh my gosh, I had no idea that would actually work. "If anything, you're the bitch." She looks down at her booties, angry at the blood stain. "You messed up my shoes, what the fuck!"
She runs from under the hotel before they can process what they've seen. She stumbles a bit while stopping.
"Whoops. Still getting used to that." She laughs awkwardly.
The remaining foxes charge her into a corner to which she responds by jumping 15ft into the air, slamming down on another fox associate, rendering him flat and mostly liquid.
"Crazy cunt just squashed him!"
"Don't be rude. I'm not that big." She runs full speed, slamming into another, sending him crashing through glass and through walls, disintegrating before impact.
Voe takes a deep breath admiring her work, and moving her hair out of her face, when the last foxes grab her from behind with a gun to her temple.
"Not so fancy now are you huh?" He spat into her ear as she struggled to free herself.
"I was gonna have you live with me as the pretty little thing you are, but now I'm gonna turn your bitch ass inside out."
Voe's voice lacks any emotion in her response "How many times do I have to tell you?" She inhales deeply "I'm. A. DOE!" She leans forward, sending back a kick with the force of 10 semi-trucks. Sending the air out of his lungs and the weapons out of his hands.
She walks up to him and places a foot on his crotch
"Are you supposed to be my predator? Cuz to me you look like prey."
The remaining fox spits blood on her face, to which she does not physically react. But inside she is utterly disgusted and repulsed. Ugh please get it off me.
"Now you have a choice. I could break your neck, or I could try a fun surprise." Her voice is eerily calm and monotonous here as if this carnage was not by her hand.
"Fuck you," he tries spitting at her again
"Not one of the options, but it's fine. Because I love surprises." She cracks a satisfied smirk before leaning down and breathing flames on his already messed-up face. His screams end within minutes as the flames subside revealing the charred remains of his skull.
Voe stands straight and looks around "Wow, this is a mess. Ugh, I can't keep looking at it." And walks back to the entrance of the hotel, where the other residents and employees are standing with their faces pressed against the glass doors as if they were watching an action movie and they were on the edge of their seats. She knocks on the door "Can I come inside now?"
She approaches the short blonde once more
"There, I took care of your problem," she dusts her sleeves off "You can go now. It was so nice meeting you!" Voe's face was cheery, but her tone said otherwise
"But I-"
"So nice" she cuts Mimzy off "Bye bye" wiggling her fingers
Mimzy looks to Alastor for some backup, for which he provides none. He stands eerily still simply staring down at the short blonde with his signature grin wide and full of mischief.
"Hey," Voe snaps in her face "Don't look at him, look at me." small flames burn in her pupils "Leave."
Mimzy recoils from shock and fear, glancing at Alastor once more. When he gives her nothing she scoffs and flips them all off.
"Fine! Fuck this hotel! And fuck you!" stomping all the way out
"Would've thought she'd muster a 'thank you'. I mean I literally solved her problem. What's the issue?" Voe turns gesturing towards the other hotel guests and employees.
"Omg Mommy that was so cool!" Niffty runs up and grabs onto her leg with a death grip, rubbing her head on Voe's knee.
"I admit I never would've expected that from you," Angel rests a hand on her shoulder
"Good job," Vaggie stated, Voe's face warming on its own.
The hall was filled with the sound of clapping, from a single source. All looked to the Radio Demon, his everlasting smile a mix of amusement and smugness.
"Delightful show darling." He steps forward, grabbing her chin and tilting it up to look him in the eye "Ravishing my dear."
Her face turning the same shade as her hair, she whispers
"Thank you" with a humble smile, leaning on one leg as she stared up at him
"Now, let's get you cleaned up."
They were in her bathroom now, and Alastor was wiping the blood off her face. Neither of them were speaking, which was oddly strange for both of them.
"Normally I wouldn't waste good blood but," he inhales "I don't think you'd want my saliva on you"
Voe blushes once more, oddly unprepared for such a comment. She plays with her fingers and thinks about how close he is to her face with a wet rag. It seemed both out of and in character for him to be doing this. Alastor was a bag of tricks to her, and she was starting to wonder what he would pull out next.
"I had no idea what I was doing," she admitted "I was just trying stuff out. And it worked. That's what I usually do."
"That is a great way to discover new things about yourself. But it's also a great way to get yourself killed, my dear. You must learn to control yourself."
"I guess, I don't even know how I would do that. Just keep fighting people?"
"Rein yourself in. You cannot just let your passion explode all over. You must contain it, to control it." Alastor finds one last splotch of blood on her jaw, wipes it with his finger, and sucks it off. "For fox demons, that is a rather delightful taste. Although I'm not sure if you are mixed in with it."
"Was that a compliment?"
"Take it however you like, my dear. It was meant as an admission of fact." He walks out of the bathroom and she follows
"Can you do something about my shoes?" She calls after him
He turns to view her, the tail of his coat turning dramatically as well "What exactly would you like me to do?" he glances down at her shoes
"Clean them?"
His grin became playful "Is that a question?"
"No," she crosses her arms "Clean them."
He tilts his head "Why do you think I can do anything about it?"
She shrugs "You fixed my glasses. Fix my shoes."
"Fair enough," his tone quite jovial. Alastor snaps his fingers and the blood disappears from her booties
"Nice!" She admires the freshly clean shoes, also noticing the stains gone from her dress "Wait a minute," she speaks once more
"Yes?" His pupils are almost hidden by the bottoms of his eyes
She takes a step toward him "If you could just snap the blood off my clothes, why couldn't you do that with my face?"
"Maybe I didn't want to?" he strokes his chin. Voe smiles and looks down at her shoes thinking of the implications of that. She sees his shoes turn in the opposite direction and he starts walking out. "If that's all you need, I shall be on my way, darling."
"Why did you talk about me on your broadcast?"
Alastor turns back around, his grin static and wide "I knew I heard you listening."
She waves him off "Yeah, yeah, but why?"
"I thought it was quite obvious. It was to enrage the nincompoop Vox, and confuse you."
"Why do you need to confuse me?"
"I'm not sure. For the entertainment I suppose."
"So it was all just a joke?"
"Oh no! What I said about you was true."
She widens her eyes and looks away from him "You called me important," she says in a sing-songy voice
"Maybe because you are important."
"Wait, really?" she does her best to stop her eyes from getting watery
"Objectively, yes. Especially to your fans."
She shakes herself back to reality "Yeah, duh. Obvi. Of course, I'm important. And don't you forget it." She stands tall
Alastor pulled down each of his sleeves individually "You know, my opinion of you has changed," he spoke, his voice low "but I do not like that attitude of yours."
She stood on her tip-toes, hopelessly trying to be at eye level with him. "Well learn to like it," she leans into him "because it's not going anywhere." She whispers.