A/N:
Hey everyone! Final update for now, and it's a big one :) Vox finally visits the hotel and Alastor and Angel! And we check in with some other characters too. I hope you like it! Thanks for reading!
Partners
Chapter 97:
Video Visited the Radio Star
The King and Queen of hell were not doing well.
Both in a personal sense…and in a marital sense. Not that anyone would spread gossip (much), but along with refusing to entertain social guests and cancelling all political engagements, the two of them had not been sleeping in the same room for the past several nights. They had also barely spoken a word — to each other or to their staff. And something about the simultaneously melancholy and tense atmosphere surrounding both rulers had made their staff want to spend as little time lingering in their presences as possible anyway.
Around dawn of this particular day, Lilith woke up in her study to the feeling of a fresh headache coming on. Understandable — she had been staying up until all hours of the night this week, perhaps drinking a bit too much, definitely being rude both by not keeping up with her royal social obligations and acting like she didn't care (though she did care a great deal). She was anxious, and she hated that feeling. She considered ringing for some tea that would hopefully take the edge off and lull her back into a fitful rest when she heard a distinct thump from upstairs — from her and Lucifer's bedroom. He was up, and he awake doing something.
She bit her lip. The moment they had arrived home a few days ago from their visit with Charlie at the hotel, she and Lucifer had gotten into a horrible fight. There had been crying and accusations and panic. By the end, he had…requested some space. And she had agreed and even admitted that she might need space too. So the days kept passing, and they kept staying apart.
Her instincts told her that eventually she would need to go to him and offer the first olive branch of peace. But her anxiety continued to keep her away. After all, she had clearly been so off base about what to do for Charlie — what if she turned out to be wrong about what to do for Lucifer now too? Their family was cracked and broken. It felt fragile, like even one harsh breath would destroy it forever. She was terrified of dealing them that final blow. She was terrified of endings.
Eternity in hell had always seemed a sort of blessing because eternity was supposed to mean no endings, yet someone endings kept finding her anyway.
She heard a rumble from upstairs, like something being dragged across a floor — perhaps furniture.
Her interest was slowly becoming more piqued. What would she even say to him if she went upstairs now? What if he sent her away?
She hugged her knees into her chest. Maybe she deserved to be sent away. She was the one who had lead their mismanaged handling Charlie's rebellion, after all. Lilith had persuaded Lucifer to act against his better judgment, and in the process she had hurt her daughter deeply; probably as much as the-powers-that-be had hurt herself at the dawn of creation. The thought and memories made her heart ache and a tear slip from her eye. She was supposed to have protected their hearts, not lead them to ruin and isolation.
Now she heard a few rhythmic bumps upstairs, like someone pacing.
She sighed but forced herself to stand up, a hand to her still pained head. She had to go see him and at least make sure he was okay. She knew he was depressed… It was a condition that had lingered with him always, but for these last few days the severity had grown. He wouldn't hurt himself, but he wouldn't take care of himself either. She knew he was barely eating, hardly bathing, never venturing out of their room for long. She wanted to help take care of him. Taking care of her beloved tonight by soothing his brow and airing out their room and bringing him a piece of apple pie couldn't ruin things, right? At least, she told herself the odds were low.
Lilith slipped a black robe around her body and tied back her hair with a black band. The action reminded her of her daughter since Charlie wore her hair a similar way. Lilith tried not to let any more tears fall — she wanted to be able to show her husband a smile if possible. She snuck down to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of pie then added a second one then finally just grabbed the whole pie (he really needed to eat more), made some coffee for them both, piled everything neatly on a tray and finally made her way upstairs.
As she stood outside their bedroom door, she indeed heard many sounds of activity coming from the other side. She hesitated then gave a knock — a slower version of the musical knock Lucifer usually gave at doors. That was her small signal to him.
There was silence. Lilith wouldn't press things. If he didn't want to answer, she would leave the tray of pie and coffee out here and send him a message on his phone about it. She could always try again tomorrow or the next day. Still, she hoped he would hear her out tonight…
She swallowed as the silence persisted.
Then the handle moved and the door opened a crack. "Come in…" came softly from the room.
Heart racing, Lilith hesitantly pushed open the door with her hip and stepped inside.
The space was dim except for a weak fire in the hearth and a few lit candles scattered around…including several on the writing desk which had been pushed to the center of the room. The desk also bore a very old notebook, lying open as if in the middle of being studied.
Lucifer stood between the bed and the desk, arms behind his back. He was dressed, which was a good sign — wearing white pants and a dress shirt and his red vest. But Lilith swallowed as she noticed how the garments hung a bit looser than usual on him, how his hair was tousled and wiry, how his eyes were rimmed in red from days of crying on and off.
Lilith swallowed and tried not to let her lip tremble. "Luci, how are…" She took a breath. "I couldn't sleep, and I heard sounds. I thought I would bring you a snack and see if you…wanted to talk." She blinked, barely holding back her tears. "How are you, Luci?"
"Thank you for coming," he managed in a quiet voice. "I…I've been better…" His lip wobbled, and tears began to pour from his eyes as his body trembled.
Lilith instantly set down the tray and raced to him, holding him close and rubbing his back as he cried against her. She cried silently too. They stayed like that for a many long minutes until the worst of the tears were out. Then Lucifer just breathed softly against Lilith's robe.
She brushed a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry for guiding you so poorly in this situation. I'm sorry for all the hurt we've caused to happen again. I'm sorry that I was so blinded by power and fear that I couldn't see I was hurting her…and you. I let myself become just like the Almighty who dismissed my happiness for their own grand plans of creation. I remember that pain, and there is no excuse. I hope you'll let me make it up to you. And I hope she will let us make it up to her. I can tell you've had an idea, Luci. And I know it must be a good one because YOU are good. Tell me what you need, and I will help you if you'll have me."
He looked up at her, face stained with tears. He smiled a little, and it was like the sun breaking past clouds. "I made mistakes too. I didn't speak my mind, I didn't come up with alternatives. And we both have not been trusting our daughter. I want to make it right too — together. And I do have an idea." He sniffed. "It's dangerous though. Will you still help me, Lily?"
She smiled down at him. "Yes. With one condition — first I want you to take care of yourself and let me help take care of you. I brought you pie. Please eat some if you can."
His smile grew. He pushed up onto his toes and kissed her nose. "I'll try…if you'll join me." He brushed some hair from her face, eyeing her features. "And if you'll let me play some gentle violin music for you. You have a headache, don't you? I know the music helps…"
"It's getting better now…" Lilith insisted, wiping away some fresh tears. "But I'd love to hear you play, Luci."
Lucifer nodded and finally stepped back. With a flick of his wrist, his violin was in hand. He moved to sit in the chair at the writing desk and began to play a gentle song.
Lilith sat on the edge of their bed next to the tray. She put some of the pie slices and the fork on a plate and and set the fork on Lucifer's desk. Then she used one of the coffee spoons to take a small bite of pie for herself before sitting back down again. "Dear, what were you reading?" She gestured to the notebook on the desk as she passed the plate to him.
Lucifer flicked his wrist and set the violin to play on its own in the air as he took a bite of pie. "One of my old diaries, from around the time of the first extermination. It happened not so long after we fell, and…I was still young, like Charlie is now. And I still had the same painful worry and attachment to the sinners as she does now. The same burning hope for the future too."
Lilith frowned, sipping her coffee as she handed him his own. "And the same pain we've been trying to keep her from experiencing…"
He nodded. "Maybe I've still been experiencing it…Maybe I've just been in denial all these years." He barely smiled. "I thought if I just separated myself from the sinners and didn't get attached that I could accept their fate more easily. But that attitude doesn't change the injustice of the situation at all — it doesn't change the fact that each of those souls is a person or the fact that we are responsible for their welfare."
Lilith bit her lip. "Luci… there's still no proof to even suggest that redemption could work. But… I'll concede that if it did work and happened on a large enough scale, then — perhaps — the exterminations might stop. After all, they only happen to maintain the status quo in our numbers…"
"A third the host of heaven…" Lucifer sighed, crossing his arms, eyes lingering on the hearth. "I rebelled with a third the host of heaven's power. Those powerful followers — my 'siblings' — founded their own rings and are free to do as they please. But in this ring, because I was the leader, I remain under heaven's judgmental eye. My power here — that of myself and my subjects combined — cannot exceed one third of heaven's, so that there's no risk I will ever lead a war against that divine place again and succeed." He closed his eyes, tears brimming at the edges. "Dammit, I thought if we exceeded limitations they would just lift the barriers on the rings to let the sinners spread out — that's why I agreed to those terms about our numbers in the peace treaty. I didn't think heaven would start slaughtering them yearly…"
"It's a cowardly thing for the divine to do," Lilith replied. "We didn't know… And by the time we did know, we realized there wasn't much we could do — outright resisting the exterminations would be seen as an act of war. That's why the angels got so furious at Charlie trying to persuade them to stop last year."
"Maybe we shouldn't have stopped her from trying to stop them." Lucifer scowled, his look firm. "Maybe those bastards wouldn't stop even if every soul down here was virtuous. Maybe war is the only way. And if so, then I think we should get ready. That's what I'm doing now. That's my plan."
Lilith's mug dropped from her hand and clattered to the saucer in her lap. "Lucifer…"
He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, his gaze softer again. "I will not declare war myself. I will refuse to fight unless absolutely necessary. And I am determined to let Charlie and her sinners try for redemption first. But…if eventually there's no other choice, I want to be prepared. Because this current situation cannot stand — for the sake of our subjects and our daughter. And ourselves too." He held his head up high despite the tears in his eyes. "I wanted to build a kingdom of freedom, not of death and peril. Even sinners deserve safety."
Though Lilith clenched her hands in worry she finally nodded. "…Because inside of every demon is a rainbow…and that rainbow is their precious soul."
"And their love."
"Like our daughter's soul and love," they said at the same time. They shared a look and a shaky but determined smile.
Lucifer glanced to the space in the room that the desk had formerly occupied. "I cleared the floor here so I could have space to start plotting out strategies. I want to be ready to fight before the next extermination in a few months, just in case." He looked back to Lilith. "But we will take no action until we have spoken to Charlie and all come to an agreement — if she wants to continue trying to redeem souls for another year or longer without a direct conflict with heaven, we'll support her. She's a ruler of this realm just as much as we are, but we keep doing things without talking to her and that has to stop. We will give her space now and then carefully reach out when we're more prepared — no surprises, no more mistrust."
Lilith nodded. "I'm ready to follow your lead, Luci. And you're right, we've been silencing her, and it has to stop. I have to stop. She matters most in so many ways." Tears hung heavy in her eyes. "She's our baby… She's the only piece of us heaven didn't leave a mark on. But she's also grown now. She'll leave her own marks on everything with or without us." The tears fell. "I'd rather she do it with us."
Lucifer nodded. "We will mend this, Lilith." He took her hand and squeezed it, blinking back more tears of his own. "We'll be better than our creator was. And the future will turn out better for it."
Lilith smiled and nodded in return. "I'm glad to be by your side to start on building a better end to our stories."
Lucifer brightened. He took a big bite of apple pie then grabbed the violin and played it himself again. Lilith instantly felt herself relax and her head and heart ease. Luci's song sounded like a gentler version of something their daughter had sung during the last extermination. 'I'm always chasing rainbows…' If the rainbows were inside of the demons and Charlie needed to chase these demons, to love and care for them in a new way, to defy the old order for something new, then she and Lucifer weren't going to dissuade her for her safety anymore… They were going to stand with her, risk be damned. After all, rebelling against heaven in the first place had been a risk, but they had done it anyway. And now they had a family and a kingdom and love.
Fighting fore more of the same for everyone, celestial being and sinner alike, would be another battle worth risking…and winning.
Molly woke up a bit earlier than usual this morning and sat up in her bed, giving a big stretch. Normally she was a late riser, but today Vox was coming to the hotel, and everyone had decided to clear out and give Alastor and Angel plenty of space with him. Abel and Louise would be working at the cafe, Steve would go play his sax downtown to advertise the hotel, Cherri was heading out to see Rosie and Mimzy about more radio tower decor, and Molly and Husky along with Baxter and Niffty and Niss (along with a hesitant but curious Crymini) were going to visit Pen on the airship for a bit. Only Charlie and Vaggie would stay behind, working on their own plans for the radio show and also being present just in case anything got out of hand with Alastor and his rival (though Molly was pretty sure Tony could curb any shenanigans, overlord powers or no).
She yawned. First thing was first — she needed to get up and get ready and check in with Husk. And put some coffee into her system.
She put her phone on speaker and set it down to call Husk as she got up and started changing.
It rang a few times and then Husk answered with a yawn that sounded half like a grumbly purr. "Mmm, I'm up… It's getting colder out in the mornings. It's always hard to get up when it's cold…" He mumbled sleepily.
"Don't worry, I'll come visit and warm you up again soon," Molly teased as she picked out a dress. "Also buongiorno, il mio gatto."
He seemed to wake up a bit more. "Oh, uh, g'morning, Molls! And uh…yeah, thanks. I like your visits…" He chuckled. She heard him sigh as he stretched. "You aren't too cold up there, right? The fireplace is working okay and it's not too drafty?"
"It's perfect — ya did a brilliant job makin' my happy little room into a cozy home," she assured as she pulled on some stockings and slipped her feet into heels. "I'm almost ready, I'll be downstairs soon. But I don't wanna leave til Vox arrives and definitely doesn't blow up anyone. Plus…I've really been wantin' ta meet Alastor's tv rival. Guy sounds interestin'."
"Never tell an overlord he's interesting, his ego will go to critical mass," Husk joked. "And yeah, I'm with you on sticking around — a final little warning look from us before we leave couldn't hurt." She heard him yawn. "I'm gonna get the coffee on before I finish getting ready."
"You are the best man of all the men." She was at her vanity now, starting on her makeup.
"I try, beautiful," Husk purred proudly. She heard a door opening and the sound of walking and then a gasp followed by some muffled movement. He whispered into the phone. "On second thought, coffee might need to wait. Alastor and Angel are in the kitchen…"
"They makin' out or somethin'?" Molly asked with a smirk as she carefully put on lipstick.
Husk scoffed. "No… Not now, at least. But something must have happened last night cuz they get always really cutesy afterwards, and they're not good at hiding it." He sighed. "Right now they're in the kitchen sipping coffee…"
"That sounds pretty tame, Husky."
"While whispering and giggling with their heads together…"
"Very cute but still nothin' too suspicious…"
"And Alastor is sitting in Angel's lap."
Molly gasped and squealed. "Oh yeah, somethin' big happened! Aww, they're so sweet together. I will be right down!" She ran a brush through her hair, spritzed on some perfume, then padded down the stairs as quickly as possible. She found Husk standing outside the kitchen with his arms crossed and a blush on his features. She barely caught a glimpse through the cracked kitchen door of the adorable sight of Alastor settled fully in Angel's seated grasp before the pair separated with smiles and stood up, clearly preparing to leave the kitchen. She stepped back just as Alastor and Angel strolled out the door, as casual as could be.
The pair paused immediately at the sight of Husk and Molly. The spider lady did her best to hold back her excitement (and a giddy swoon). "Buongiorno, you two!"
She was too easy to read, unfortunately. Alastor and Angel shared a glance then looked to an awkward Husk then back to an eager Molly.
Finally Angel sighed. "Smiles, I think we got busted."
"To be fair, you two should really put out a do not disturb sign or something," Husk replied with a roll of his eyes. "We only caught a glimpse though, I swear." Molly nodded sheepishly.
Alastor swallowed, eyes darting around shyly. "The kitchen just felt rather cozy this morning, we didn't want to leave." He glowed so much. "We had…pressing new matters to discuss." As Angel blushed and giggled, Alastor's face became absolutely rosy and shy static buzzed over his head.
Molly's gaze softened and she stepped closer to him. "Well, I think it's nice you two got ta spend some special time together. I'm happy ya have each other. You're probably feeling all prepared and ready for Vox now, huh?"
Alastor gave a small nod as some of the glowing and static dissipated. He let his eyes and smile meet hers. "Yes. I do feel much more at ease about Vox and other matters as well."
"I'm glad." She reached for his hand but hesitated until he nodded, then she took it in both of hers and gave it a squeeze. "Me and Husky are gonna get some coffee then prepare for leavin' with Niss and the others. But Husky and I won't go til Vox arrives and we're sure everythin' is safe — no one messes with our family." She winked.
Alastor beamed. "Ha, yes! Yes, indeed." He gave her hand a firm squeeze back then released her with a bow and looked to Angel. "Come, Angel, let's prepare Nuggets for his playdate."
Angel laughed and nodded, then he and Alastor dashed off through the lobby. Angel shot Molly and Husk a grateful smile before they disappeared upstairs.
Molly beamed in pride, "They're so good together. Come on, Husky, let's get coffee." She turned to head into the kitchen but paused. Husk was standing there, blushing, eyes a little wide, biting his lip like he was considering saying something. "Husk?" She raised an eyebrow.
He let out a breath and hugged his wings around his shoulders in a shy gesture. "You said 'no one messes with our family' — like you were talking about all of us. So, you think of Alastor as family. Does that mean you think of… I mean…"
Understanding immediately, she put her hands on his shoulders, fingertips brushing his wings. "I do." She blushed too. "I don't mean ta put ya on the spot or ta push ya into somethin' you ain't ready for but…yeah, you're family I found, Husk. And I want to keep you."
"I want to keep you too," tumbled out of him as purrs echoed in his chest.
Molly leaned in and kissed him, and he kissed her in return, their eyes half open, gazes never breaking as heat and emotions built between them. She might have spent some time last night thinking about him before bed…and dreaming about him while she slept…and waking at least once before morning, aching for the warm embrace of his wings and arms, the feel of his strong yet soft legs tangled with all four of her own, the gentle sensation of his whiskers pressing into her hair, the safe pounding of their hearts against one another.
Eventually their lips separated. They were both panting lightly, almost trembling.
Molly felt like, if the hour had been later or they'd been in a more private space, they would have gone back to bed now. She flushed straight through every heart marking on her body…And she could have sworn that every one of Husk's feathers was flared, his own heart marks on full display.
The moment passed when they both found themselves suddenly yawning from tiredness and then laughing that they were yawning, stepping back with awkward smiles and flushed faces.
Molly sighed, letting her fast-beating heart settle. "Come on… Let's get coffee. Then we can talk more about us and family and whatever's next…and how I'm definitely droppin' by to keep us both warm in the mornings again soon." She tapped his nose as she separated from him and sauntered away. Husk beamed and nodded and dashed after her.
It was their turn for some private cuddling time in the kitchen
At a few minutes to the appointed hour of their meeting, Vox stood across the street from the hotel, Vark's leash in one hand and a covered platter of deviled eggs in the other. He'd been in the area for a half hour already, just circling the block, lost in thought (and trying not to get anxious that Alastor might see him circling and think he was plotting something). He really wanted this meeting to go well, not just because he wasn't in the mood for fighting anymore but because…he sort of liked Angel these days and maybe wanted to be friends. And also because he…sort of wanted a relationship with Alastor that wasn't whatever hate-fueled thing they had been doing for the past few decades. No more tearing each other down in public and Vox pining for the Radio Demon in private, ruining any good memories they'd made ages ago with so many fresh bad ones. Never again. His heart finally felt easy, and he wouldn't risk anything to upset that peace in his life.
At this point, he knew he wouldn't feel any flickers of his old feelings return by talking to Alastor today. But there would still be something emotional underneath their discussion; something awkward and tender and sad that he really hoped could be healed someday. Then maybe, eventually…the two of them could be friends too. It was a nice thought.
Finally the hour for the meeting struck. Vox took a deep breath. Alastor liked punctuality, and if Vox was even a minute late the deer would definitely suspect it had been done intentionally to rankle him. Vox glanced down at Vark. "You ready for your playdate with Nuggets? And to see uncle Angel? And to meet…uh, new acquaintance Alastor?"
The little shark tilted his head, panting with a big smile.
Vox smiled sheepishly. "Well, here goes nothing. Remember your manners and play gentle with Nuggets — he's smaller than you." Vark gave a yip. Vox strolled across the street and up the stoop. He polished the edge of his screen with his cuff and gave three strong knocks.
The door was opened slowly by two figures; that spear-wielding demoness who had set up the televised announcement of the hotel's opening so long ago — Vaggie, if he remembered correctly — and…the princess herself. Oh, and there were two little goats clinging to them.
Vaggie eyed Vox with a dull yet still potentially lethal scowl. Charlie swallowed but otherwise gave him a bright smile. "Hi, Overlord Vox! I'm Charlie and this is Vaggie — it's nice to formally meet you. And these little guys are Razzle and Dazzle. Welcome to our hotel! We hope you enjoy your visit!" She beamed as her eyes found the little shark, sitting at Vox's side while wagging his tail powerfully. "Aww, and this must be Vark! It's a pleasure to meet you too!" She patted the shark's head. "Angel told me all about you!"
"Hey, they're here!" Angel's voice called from inside. "Smiles, look!"
Smiles. Vox had no idea how Angel had ever managed to start calling Alastor that term without getting beheaded. He grinned a little, remembering his suspicions that Alastor might have a little crush on the spider. Before he could put aside the thought and make proper introductions to the ladies, Vark perked up at the sound of Angel's voice and bounded right past the princess and her girlfriend, ripping the leash out of Vox's hand. "Vark, no!" He dashed past the ladies just as Vark dove on Angel gleefully while Alastor shifted into his demonic form and summoned his shadow and Nuggets ran in circles around the whole spectacle.
Angel was laughing hysterically as the little shark licked him all over his face. "Vark! Sheesh, boy, I missed you too, ha!" Angel blinked and glanced at Alastor between laughs. "Alastor, put away the spooky shadows — I told ya this might happen. Vark's a big fella, and he likes me."
The little shark looked up at Alastor now with a toothy smile. Alastor leaned down to observe him and flashed him a smile in return. When the little shark barked in joy and bumped his head against Alastor's microphone, a laugh escaped the deer demon. "Ha, another plucky carnivore! And one who has manners… Yes, I suppose he's quite safe."
"Told ya. And see, he likes ya, Al…" Angel teased, sitting up and trying to ease Vark off of his body.
Al — another nickname that would have gotten anyone else pummeled. And when Alastor actually did as Angel requested and returned to his usual form (after preparing to defend Angel so thoroughly) Vox figured his crush suspicions were one hundred percent confirmed.
"Sorry!" Vox snapped out of his thoughts and managed to grab Vark with one arm, freeing Angel who scooped up Nuggets as he stood. "Are you sure you're okay, Angel?" Vox recalled Angel's probably divine wound from the video footage of the mob fight. Not much time had passed yet…the spider seemed well as ever.
"Yeah, fine, promise, heh." Angel straightened his clothes. "I know Nuggets is smaller but he's tackled me hundreds of times, I'm used to it."
Vox smiled in some relief and turned back to the ladies. "Sorry Vark pushed past you both. He's still a puppy, doesn't know his own strength. We're working on it. He's really sweet once he calms down, I promise." He put down Vark and scratched under his chin; the little shark settled immediately, tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Charlie just rubbed her cheeks, her eyes full of stars at the cuteness of the scene. Razzle and Dazzle held hands, tails wagging as they watched the shark. "Aww, it's okay, Vox — he's trying! I'm just happy he's here! Vaggie, we've gotta say goodbye to him before he goes!"
Vaggie cracked a smile and nodded. She strolled over to Vox. "Charlie and will be working on some stuff upstairs. Otherwise you guys have the place to yourselves." Her look turned a little sterner. "No turf wars, no political coups, and no magic power ego trips — house rules."
Vox swallowed and nodded. "Got it. Just here for talking and sweet tea." He heard some bothered static come off of Alastor and did his best not to chuckle. "Thank you for having us."
"Of course." Charlie smiled then took Vaggie's hand and turned to the little goats. "Come on, let's head upstairs and—" But Razzle and Dazzle were looking up at her with big sad eyes and gesturing to the shark. "Aww…Vox, Alastor, Angel, do you mind if Razzle and Dazzle stay and play with Vark and Nuggets?"
"Sure! The more the merrier!" Angel smiled, setting Nuggets down gently on the floor in front of Vark. The shark gave him a sniff then a big lick that nearly lifted Nuggets off the ground. Nuggets wiggled his tail and pressed his nose to the space between Vark's eyes. Razzle and Dazzle pranced in excitement then started playing — Razzle jumped onto Vark's back and Dazzle put Nuggets onto his own back, and they all chased each other in a little circle before heading to the back door.
Vaggie snapped a picture on her phone of them just before they entered yard while Charlie squealed and smiled so much. "Okay, that is pretty cute," Vaggie had to admit. She put a hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Come on, babe, we'll post it everywhere and then get to work." Charlie nodded eagerly, and Vaggie led her upstairs.
Vox took a deep breath and turned around, ready to finally face Alastor and Angel to begin their big talk. He blinked in surprise to find himself suddenly facing Husk instead and…Angel's sister? "Uh, hello! Sorry, I thought the princess said everyone else was out."
"We're about to go," Husk explained. "Buy, you know, standard thing — if Alastor's gonna put himself in any potential overlord danger, I have to make a show of power as the brawn in his organization."
Vox nodded. "Fair enough, Husk. Hope he's not working you too hard, heh." He smiled sheepishly.
Husk grinned. "Just the opposite for once, actually." Without explaining he glanced at his companion. "Molly, want to add anything?"
Molly had been watching Vox with a curious expression but now she smiled and waved. "Hi, I'm Angel's sister, Molly. Nice ta meet ya. You have a sweet shark."
Vox tipped his hat. "Thanks. It's a pleasure to meet you too."
"Thanks." She clasped her hands together politely. "I know you and Alastor and Angel have had some troubles in the past, but I'm glad you're tryin' to work things out." Her smile turned to a smirk. "I'm sure today will be fine, but — just as a formality and as a former mobster — I have ta let ya know that if ya mess with my brother or Alastor I'll hunt ya down for eternity."
He swore he saw the petite little fangs in her mouth drip with venom for a moment. Vox nodded and held up his hands. "Point taken. I promise I'm just here to talk."
Her calm smile returned. "Good ta know. And glad ta have ya here." She looked to Husk and took his hand. "Let's go, Husky! We can leave for the airship from the roof."
He nodded, but as they turned to the lobby steps he blinked. "Crymini! Why are you still here? You were supposed to get on the airship earlier with Niffty and Baxter."
She was hiding on the stairs, holding her tail in her hands. "I wanted to wait for you two." Crymini stood up. "Are you the overlord in charge of tv?" she asked Vox.
Vox blinked. "Yeah…"
She scowled a little. "That news show sucked."
Vox swallowed. "Yeah, it did. If it helps to know, I had no idea it was happening and I really yelled at Katie for sneaking it onto the air."
The dog demon eyed him then nodded. "Okay, I guess. Also, there should be more shows for young demons. Like, enough with the porn and violence already — there's teens here and sometimes we just want to watch a baking show or whatever."
A small laugh left Vox and his grin picked up on one side. "I'll keep the feedback in mind."
Husk just sighed, shaking his head, clearly trying not to smile. "Come on, Crymini. I was gonna fly Molly to the ship so it wouldn't have to swing back around. But I think I can carry both of you if you'll sit in her lap."
Crymini nodded. The couple joined her and then ascended up the stairs.
Vox took a breath — finally it was time to face Alastor and Angel and begin this conversation.
Angel looked down at his phone and sighed, holding up a finger. "Sorry, one more thing. My brother says 'Tell the TV to play nice or I'll turn his head into a coffee table' and Niffty says 'Hi Vox, how are you? Don't be mean to Alastor or else! And send pictures of your shark!'" He shrugged sheepishly, putting away the phone. "Sorry, my family's a little overprotective, and Alastor's crew…"
"They like to do a thorough job." Alastor stepped forward, spine rigid but no swirling static around his head thankfully. "Welcome — I have prepared sweet tea and Angel has made Italian seed cookies. And I see you have brought a dish…" Alastor eyed it suspiciously.
Vox nodded and held it forward. "Deviled eggs. You…still like those a lot, right? Extra cayenne?"
Alastor straightened up, looking put out in a way that told Vox Alastor did indeed still like deviled eggs but didn't like that Vox had been so deliberately thoughtful. Hopefully after their talk today the deer demon would stop being suspicious every time Vox did considerate regarding him.
Finally Alastor cleared his throat, resuming his picture-perfect smile. "Everything is set up out in the garden. Let's go, shall we?" He eyed Vox sharply for a moment. "Unless your own little group has any showboating threats they'd like to make in return…"
Vox shook his head. "On my behalf? No. But Velvet's pretty attached to Vark — she says to give him snacks and lots of pets if you want to avoid a new dessert-themed attack she's working on called 'Death by Chocolate'. I've been too concerned to ask for details." He shrugged with a sheepish grin.
Alastor eyed the television curiously, almost seemed to genuinely smile, but then pulled his emotions back once more.
"Yeah, that's Velvet for you, heh…" Angel came between them, smiling. "Well, now that we got the obligatory warnings out of the way, let's go and dig in, heh?" He put a hand on each of their shoulders and led them outside.
Vark and Nuggets and Razzle and Dazzle were running around the yard, chasing each other playfully. Vox looked to the patio and smiled. Alastor really did insist on being a good host. There was a table under an umbrella laid out including fancy plates and glasses and the tea and cookies. Vox set out the deviled eggs, and they all took seats. Already things felt calmer.
"So…" Angel smiled, ready to lead the conversation. "How's…everything, Vox?" He swallowed.
Vox sighed. He knew what Angel meant by 'everything'. "I'm doing good. Velvet is being Velvet but she's good too. And…Val. He's almost all better. He's back at the studio, but I'm still running a lot of things." He sighed and looked to the spider. "Angel, I want to be direct with you. Val is not a good person for you to be around and…he is not his best self around you either. It's his fault, all of it, but… I think it's better if you don't work at the studio anymore." He frowned. "I'll be happy to use my connections to find you more sex work gigs, and I'll make sure Val doesn't interfere. And I'll cut you a check for any back pay Val owes you. But…I don't think you and him should be anywhere near each other."
"Finally, we agree on something."
The words popping out of Alastor's mouth made Vox blink and look up.
The deer glowed, arms folded, glaring. But then he looked to Angel and his glance softened.
Angel was looking down in thought. He went to speak but then blinked, and Vox saw tears in his eyes. The television frowned. "Angel, I promise, I'm going to make sure you have some kind of work, even if it takes time. I know you don't deserve to lose your job, but you and Val need to be away from each other. Please understand."
"Heh…" Angel smiled and wiped at his eyes. "Are you kidding? I'm happy! I figured I'd never get away from that place… Like if I tried to quit, that fucker would come and drag me back. I don't want to go there ever again!"
Vox noticed Alastor shift, almost like he wanted to comfort Angel, but then hesitate as his eyes glanced at the television again. The deer blinked and started pouring them all tea. "There, there… Have a drink and a cookie, Angel. Everything will be all right."
Angel did and smiled. "Thanks, Al." The spider downed half a glass of tea and got himself under control. He looked to Vox. "And I appreciate your offer to help me find work. Could it…wait a little bit though? I'm just still processing some things."
"Of course." Vox assured. He looked to Alastor next. "And, Alastor, about the news show…I meant what I said to that demon girl inside. I had no idea that news broadcast was going to air. I give Katie some leeway, but she's supposed to run any major guests by me. I don't know if she got carried away or maybe thought pulling a big royal scoop would make her a contender to overthrow me and take over television… But the point is, as soon as I saw that show airing I got to work pulling the plug. I'm almost glad the cannibals beat me to it by cutting the lines to the satellite feed even if it's taken days to repair the damages." He shook his head then looked at Alastor with a serious expression. "Anyway, I told Katie she'd be double dead if she ever pulled a stunt like that again." His look softened. "I don't want us to…fight anymore. I just want to live our lives and be happy. A fresh start. Can we try?" He held out a hand.
Alastor eyed the gesture with some surprise. Then his eyes went to Vox's. He gripped his cane. "I need some time."
Vox nodded and withdrew the hand, though he still smiled. "Fair enough. Maybe we can just…enjoy the tea and cookies and eggs today and all get to know each other again while the pets play?"
Alastor gave a small nod.
Angel smiled. "Sounds like a plan to me! I—oh, Nuggets, Vark, don't dig up the potatoes! I wanna use them for gnocchi. Ah, no, don't go in the compost pile! Razzle, Dazzle, that's not food!" Angel was immediately up and dashing across the yard to where Nuggets and Vark were rooting around in the compost while the little goats started eating it.
Vox had not anticipated getting to be alone with Alastor so suddenly. Oddly, he had both hoped for and also been anxious about the opportunity happening today, but now that it was here he felt a bit frozen. He glanced over and watched the deer watching Angel and the pets and the goats. He was smiling, but it was softer. Something about his eyes. He seemed happy. And the thought made Vox smile now too.
Alastor must have finally sensed his gaze because suddenly the deer's pupils shrank, his jaw tightened, and he turned his eyes to Vox. "May I help you?" He asked with some tension.
"No, no…" Vox held up a hand. He glanced around for a conversation topic then gestured to the eggs. "Deviled egg?"
Alastor eyed the egg with even more indecision than he had eyed Vox's hand a moment ago. Vox sighed — old habits died hard. The deer probably figured it was laced with something. Vox took an egg first at random and ate it.
Alastor blinked then nodded and took an egg for himself. He bit in and his eyes brightened. "You really didn't skimp on the cayenne…"
"It's the only way I ever learned to like these things," Vox mused. He swirled his tea and finally sipped and couldn't help smiling more. "Oh this is good! Thanks for making your sweet tea, Alastor."
One of Alastor's eyes twitched. "It's not poisoned!" He announced.
Vox blinked and then had to try very hard not to laugh. Alastor never had been subtle. "I know. I wasn't saying it was. Just that it's good. Poisoning isn't really your style, and either way we had an agreement about today. You might eat people but you never go back on your word."
Alastor's ears flicked, eyes darting back and forth. "You are…welcome for the tea," he managed. He finally seemed to relax a bit as he took a cookie and distracting himself by shoving it into his mouth.
Vox grinned. "You finally develop a sweet tooth?"
Alastor, cheeks puffed up with cookie crumbs, swallowed and cleared his throat. "No. Only when the right sweet presents itself. I've had some…fresh exposure here to new dishes and ideas and people."
Vox could see his eyes almost struggling not to look Angel's way; so obvious. He knew socializing could be hard for Alastor sometimes, and so could controlling his impulses. The deer was struggling as he attempted to do both right now. "I'm glad you're having a good experience here. The hotel seems nice." Vox sighed. "I know that having me here must be a lot. If you want me to go now that I told Angel about his job and you about the news show, I can."
Alastor blinked, and for a moment his smile almost disappeared. Then he scrunched up his brow (in a way that Vox, even platonically, had to admit was adorable) and leaned forward. "Why have you been so…different lately with me?"
Vox tilted his head. "You mean not attacking you or insulting you or getting angry whenever you show up? Because I don't want to do the rivalry thing anymore, I just want to live our lives, like I said. I want a truce." He shrugged. "Maybe I even want to be friends one day—"
He stopped speaking as Alastor held up a hand, his ears down in weariness. "But what CAUSED that change? You first asked me for a truce because you needed time to recover after your little group attacked my radio tower — fine. Then later you wanted one when we were battling Angel's father because you felt some sort of responsibility for your group's escalation of the matter — also fine. But why do you want one in general NOW? And why are you being so carefree with me?" Distress was apparent on his features. He gripped his cane, fangs showing suddenly. "If this is a ploy to woo me, I would strongly advise you reconsider!"
Now Vox held up his hand. He gave Alastor a serious look. "It's not. And the reason I've been acting so different and want a truce and seem better around you is because… I specifically don't want to woo you. Not anymore." He swallowed, feeling his pixels blush. "I…some things happened, and I took a long, hard look at my life, and I finally got over my attraction to you. And now I feel great!"
Alastor gave him a dry look. "Well, I'm so glad having any affection for me removed from your life can cause you such joy."
Vox rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. I'm not frustrated or lonely or mad anymore. I'm moving on." He hesitantly glanced at Angel (trying not to smile too much at the sight of the spider now on the ground with the others, laughing as he tried to keep a squirming Nuggets from riding Vark right back into the compost pile while Razzle and Dazzle cheered them on). He looked back to Alastor. "And it seems like you're moving on too. I'm happy for you."
Alastor looked back at him, eyes wide. Finally he sighed deeply. "I still don't entirely trust you. Even if you are telling the truth, I have no way of knowing if you'll suddenly change your mind." He swallowed, considering. "But…I do appreciate your insistence that Angel no longer be forced to endure Valentino's presence and your offer to help find him new work." Their gazes met.
Vox nodded, frowning. "Of course. Val is…working on some personal issues right now. He's been toxic for a long time. And he's been directing a lot of it at Angel for a long time." He looked down. "I don't know all the details because I didn't want to know. That was wrong of me… But now I'm less wrapped up in my own bullshit, so I'm dealing with the situation and doing my best to help."
"If Valentino pursues Angel again, I'll kill him."
Vox had heard uncountable threats from Alastor before, and though he knew all of them were credible to varying degrees (depending on how entertaining the kill would be to the deer), somehow these words felt the most like a binding promise. His eyes went to Alastor's again. "He won't. He and I had some very long talks about it. He also knows that he's on his own if he ever tries to mess with Angel again. I've been setting some very solid boundaries with him." He gave a little shrug and added, hoping to lighten the mood, "Plus, I, uh, threatened to pull all his porn off the air for eternity if he didn't start playing ball. Maybe I'll still see about putting on less of it though — doing that would give me a chance to put on some more teen-friendly shows like that demon girl suggested, heh."
Alastor almost cracked a little more of a satisfied smile. But then he hesitated, his voice low. "Speaking of television…that footage that was shown — how was it acquired and what is the state of it now?"
Vox clasped his hands. "Katie heard rumors on the black market about something big happening. When she caught wind that it was about the spider mob, she immediately set her sights on the hotel because of Angel. She didn't want to attract attention and lose her scoop, so she did a stake out of the hotel. When she saw everyone heading out that day, she noticed of a drone following them, and it was recording. She went back to the news studio and made Tom use a signal jammer to tap in to the feed."
"She hacked Baxter's drone…" Alastor blinked.
Vox nodded. "I'm not blaming Tom. Katie is a bit of a nightmare — following orders is easier than fighting her. He'll still be anchoring the news but he knows he's on thin ice." He cleared his throat. "As for the footage, it's been permanently deleted by me personally. You'll never see it anywhere again."
Alastor gave a nod. "Your discretion and thoroughness is appreciated. Having it shared around might upset Angel. There's no need for that." He took another egg, biting into it, thinking.
Vox waited. He could sense Alastor was about to ask him for something. It could take the deer a moment to get out the words during those rare times when he needed something from someone. Finally he spoke. "You spoke about the threat of removing Valentino's pornography from the air, and you erased the drone footage entirely. If…If someone requested for a very specific bit of pornography to be taken off the air — and out of the media — permanently, is that something that could be arranged?"
Vox raised an eyebrow. "Uh…maybe." When glowed very much hand didn't go on, he swallowed and lowered his voice. "Do…do you have a sex tape or something I don't know about?"
"NO!" Alastor's eyes flared to radio dials. He took a deep breath. "I meant if…Angel wanted his pornography removed at some point, is that a possibility?" He swallowed. "He is no longer working for Valentino after all, and he has mentioned that those projects have been his most despised part of his profession."
"Oh." Vox considered. "That's a tall order, you know. Angel's been in a LOT of films and specials and cam shows—" As he noticed Alastor's claws digging into the table, Vox cleared his throat. "I just mean, it would take a lot of deep scrubbing and a lot of time. But it's possible. I could at least make it all very hard to find." He sighed, glancing at Angel who was brushing dirt off of Nuggets while the goats tended to cleaning Vark. "And I'd need to ease Val into the idea. He'd be pissed at the revenue loss."
"Angel's suffering is not a piece of revenue."
The bitter words brought Vox's attention back to Alastor. He blinked and frowned. "Right, of course. Sorry." He took one of the cookies, playing with it in his hands. "Does he want me to do that then? Angel, I mean?"
"I'll ask him, and he can let you know," Alastor replied in a gentler tone. "Thank you for being open to the idea."
"No problem." Vox smiled a little. He considered then smiled more. "So…the news show…how big are your revenge plans?"
Static came from Alastor's ears. "How could you possibly know about—"
"I didn't until you just told me," Vox couldn't help but reply a touch smugly. "Besides, Alastor, come on — you don't take sucker punches lying down. Whatever it is, give 'em hell."
Alastor almost smiled in a touch of pride. "We'll give them hell — with some restraint. Our adversaries are the king and queen and they are still Charlie's parents, after all. I don't believe they're a lost cause, just heavily misguided. So why not do something grand to guide them in the right direction, ha?" Alastor narrowed his eyes a little. "It's staying under wraps for now though. But do be sure to keep an ear out."
Vox nodded. "When whatever it is drops, I'll spread the word on social media. I know you hate it, but it's effective at communicating quickly to a crowd about events."
"Fair enough, ha! And appreciated…" Alastor gave him a smile, a real one.
Vox felt so good about going through with this meeting today.
"Just so I have my bearings straight…" the deer suddenly went on dryly, "It seems you've been tending to Valentino more than usual. Are you involved with him — non-platonically? Because, frankly, I consider him beneath all life forms, even including you."
The statement and the slight concern with which it was said surprised Vox. He raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "No, no, wow, no…I mean, I'm not saying there hasn't been some flirting and fooling around in the past…" Alastor wrinkled his nose in disgust. "But no, I'm taking time for me. And I'm trying to rebuild some kind of friendship with Val and help him be better to other people and me and Vel and himself. He also needed someone to take care of him after the mob fight, and I wanted to help." He crossed his arms. "I'm torn between appreciating your concern and not appreciating you trying to interfere in my love life."
"Ha!" Alastor rolled his eyes. "Just trying to look out for my new partner in truce!" He sighed, swirling his tea. "And making sure that if I'M not causing you strife, no one else is either."
Vox grinned a little, munching on his cookie. He took a shot. "You seeing anyone?"
Alastor dropped his tea. It spilled everywhere, and instantly shadows appeared to clean things up while Vox just tried not to shake his head at the fluster. "Why in the world are you asking?" Alastor sputtered as his shadow poured him more tea then gave Vox a little wave followed by a concerned grimace. Alastor glanced back and forth between them. "And what, pray tell, is with those looks?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Vox smiled. "Me and your shadow ran into each other before the mob fight — we were both spying on the studio, or he was spying on me and I was spying on the studio. I told him I just wanted to help, he teased me about Val, then we parted ways." The shadow gave Alastor a sheepish grin before disappearing. Vox cleared his throat. "And I'm just asking because you were asking about me. And because you seem…like you care more about what matters to you now: your crew and your radio show and your new friends…" He resisted the urge to gesture to Angel. Vox had a feeling that if Alastor suspected his crush on the spider was known to the tv, it would cause sheer dramatic pandemonium. Better to play it cool.
Alastor huffed and tried to sit up tall as he turned his attention back to Vox. "I am content with the extent of all my current relationships." His head tilted to the side almost manically.
"Good…" Vox nodded at the safe yet telling reply. "Sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I just hope you've been taking care of yourself and figuring out what you want." He smiled.
Alastor perceptibly relaxed. He nodded. "I have been. Thank you."
At the sound of barks and oinks and bleating they glanced to the yard to see Angel laughing as the others chased each other around playfully. "Hey, think Angel would be interested in a pet sitter gig?" Vox asked. "He's great with Vark, and I could use the help."
"He would be perfect for such a role. You should ask him," Alastor encouraged.
Vox nodded. "I'm glad I got to meet at least one of his siblings. Husk is dating his sister, huh? They seem nice together."
"Oh indeed! Molly is lovely, and Husk is much more chipper these days. I've…made him a partner in my organization, you know. Reworked his contract a little. I've got Niffty's in the works too. It just seemed like the right time."
"Really? Alastor, that's great. I'm happy for them. For all of you." Vox considered. "I know you still need some time to feel comfortable but…could I stop by to drop off Vark to Angel sometimes…and maybe just to say hi?"
"I suppose. You are fun to spar with verbally even if it won't lead to lethal action anymore."
Vox brightened. "Plus, I mean, you and I gotta coordinate in case some kind of new New Media demon ever drops in and makes a bid to be an overlord. I'm not about to get replaced by a Smartphone demon or a VR Headset demon or a Hologram demon."
"Ha!" Alastor grinned. "I barely know what any of those things are, but they all sound detestable. You have a deal!" They laughed then lifted their glasses and clinked them together.
Their hands brushed with the action. It wasn't a handshake, but it was a start.
Angel came back over to join them now, brushing dirt off of his clothes. "Hey! Sorry, I definitely got a little carried away with them, and they're all gonna need a bath later." He sat down and took a big swig of tea. "Did I miss anything?"
Alastor and Vox shared a curious look. "Just tea and snacks conversation, Angel," Alastor supplied.
"Mmm, yes to all three!" Angel scarfed down a cookie with a swig of sweet tea and sighed in contentment. Then he looked to Vox. "So tell me more about Vark, I want all the cute details. Where did ya get him?"
Vox brightened. "Actually I found him by the docs, between the aquarium and the meatpacking district." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I think they wanted to sell him off for food cuz he wouldn't perform. But he busted free and the rest is history."
"Ah he's a fighter, I knew it!" Angel grinned. "Found Nuggets near the meatpacking district too. They're kinda like brothers then. We really oughta raid that place one day for kicks, heh." He laughed. "I can recommend so many great vets and toys and walking locations for you guys."
"And I could recommend some quality butchers who don't harm defenseless young creatures since it seems you have a carnivore on your hands, and I do know a thing or two about that, ha!" Alastor offered, eyes shifting back to Vox.
Vox smiled at both of them and nodded. "I'd appreciate the help. Thanks." As Alastor refilled all their tea glasses, Vox gushed more about his little shark, and Angel talked about Nuggets and Alastor got a raven to alight on his microphone and talked about how he adored feeding them since so many had a cannibalistic bent (they adored eating deviled eggs). They whiled away a rather pleasant afternoon, and Vox suspected all of them were sorry to see it eventually end hours later.
Alone in the radio demon's bed later that night, Alastor and and Angel cuddled close in the dim glow of the fireplace. After Vox had left, the others had returned and checked in with them and then they had all had dinner and gone off to do their separate tasks.
The spider and the deer had decided to turn in early. It had been a long day.
"See, told ya Vox just wanted to be friends now. You starting to feel more okay about him?" Angel asked softly, squeezing Alastor's hand under the covers.
"Unexpectedly, yes…" Alastor looked up at the ceiling in thought. "I thought I would merely tolerate him today, but he genuinely made me smile. Quite amusing."
Angel snorted with a chuckle and sat up a little. "So does that mean ya won't get all anxious if I agree to pet sit for Vark once a week? Vox texted me after dinner."
Alastor turned to him. "Indeed. I think Vox would be lucky to have your care for his pet. And I wouldn't mind the little fellow visiting the hotel sometimes. Nuggets enjoys his company and I do like his many teeth and spunk, ha!"
"Me too!" Angel laughed; it turned into a yawn. He laid his head back down on the pillow. "You still okay with spending the night together...after everything last night?"
Alastor nodded. "Everything only makes me want to be even closer for you, just in a gentler way for now. Like...sitting in your lap this morning in the kitchen." His head buzzed with shy static.
"I like holding ya. You're so pretty and handsome, Smiles. You make everything better," Angel cooed.
Alastor smiled a little more. Then he bit his lip and turned to Angel. "Angel… when Vox and I spoke alone…"
"…I'm very proud of you for doing that without any banter or bloodshed by the way, babe." Angel winked.
Alastor wanted to laugh but his smile softened. "Earlier, he told me that he had permanently erased the mob footage. He also mentioned as part of keeping that vile moth in line about you he had earnestly threatened to pull all of his pornography from the airwaves permanently."
"Whoa…" Angel blinked. "Vox not fucking around — I like it."
Alastor nodded. "When he mentioned that… and forgive me if I overstepped, but I recalled your upset feelings surrounding your own endeavors with such films. So I asked him if it was possible, if you ever wanted, for him to remove all of yours…from everything."
Angel was very still for a moment, his face unreadable. He clutched the blanket and swallowed. "And what'd he say?"
"That he could try. It would take a while and might not be perfect but…it's a possibility."
Angel remained still. Then there were tears shining in his eyes. He looked at Alastor and sniffed. "Thanks, Alastor, for asking. You weren't overstepping. I'll…think about it. It's complicated. And honestly I don't want to do anything right now that might piss off Val as much as I'm sure that would. I just need some time."
Alastor nodded. "Then time you shall have, my darling."
Angel cuddled closer, setting his head under Alastor's chin, his hear to Alastor's chest. "I love you a whole hell of a lot, Smiles."
Alastor shifted an arm around Angel. "I love you to pieces too, mon ange." He considered. "So, our triple date tomorrow… Er, is there I time when you and your siblings will expect to be 'picked up' or…"
Angel laughed. "Don't worry, we'll let you and Husk and Pen know everything tomorrow morning, and you'll have plenty of time to get ready. Molly and I wanted to do a little shopping trip first anyway so we could get all gussied up. And then we're gonna cook for you three. And then we're gonna dance with you three. It'll be fun." He gently nuzzled against Alastor's hair.
The Radio Demon felt like a firecracker had gone off inside his chest in the best way. He nodded. "I entrust myself to your capable hands." When Angel giggled, Alastor blinked a few times and found his composure again. "Hmm… once affairs are settled with the hotel, you and I really should go on more dates. Perhaps we'll pick a regular night of the week to paint the town red, ha!"
"Red and pink, cutie!" Angel insisted with a grin. "And yeah, I'd like that a lot. Even if we gotta be discrete, I just want to be around you. I like ya more than anyone."
"The feeling is indescribably mutual, dear…" Alastor attempted a shy nuzzle against Angel's unruly locks.
They shared a warm laugh and settled in together, Alastor letting some gentle music play on one of his radios until they both finally drifted off into an easy sleep.
Across the Pentagram, alone in his bedroom in the studio, Valentino stared at his phone in the dark with a lovesick grin on his face. He reread the same message over and over.
'Hey, Val! Lunch at the hotel is done and I survived. Hope you feel okay. Vark misses you, and I do too. Looking forward to our walk. Have a good night!'
Val had replied as casually and briefly as he could to acknowledge the message and their upcoming walk (he was so scared of too many words giving him away or wrecking things). And ever since he had just been looking at the message and letting himself feel good inside in secret. Vox had checked in. Vox cared how he felt. Vox missed him… "Fuck, this is better than drugs…" he whispered as he let the little euphoria of love wash over him again and again.
A/N:
Yay, Vox and Alastor are on the mend and it's almost time for spider date and the radio show. Thank you all for reading, and I hope you enjoy what's to come ^w^ I'm going to take a little break while I draft some new chapters but I'll be back soon.
Take care!
-Azure129