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"There are no friends in hell Vincent!"
The words keep repeating in his mind like a broken record.
"I thought this was something you understood!"
How dare he.
How dare he play him like that.
Trowing him out like a replaceable puppet who couldn't stop moving out of turn.
Like he didn't really matter after all.
his blood painted the alley red as he layed slumped agaisnt the walls.
he couldn't see how bad his injuries were but he could tell he was going to die.
Once again,
by the hand of fucking Alastor,
The first man he loved,
The first person he ever feel in love with,
The one he yearned for,
The man he would have given his heart for him to eat if asked.
"How embarrassing."
At that moment right after the poisonous words left that deer’s mouth he had been boiling with rage.
He could literally feel his circuits frying themselves in the back of his head because of how mad he was.
He was absolutely furious.
And in that moment.
nothing mattered to him anymore.
not even what the man next to him was really capable of doing.
He lunged at him
And found himself bleeding out in that alley a few minutes after.
It only took him a few fucking minutes to kill him.
He hated himself for it.
Hated that he couldnt make Alastor regret his decision for once.
because he never regretted any of his actions.
each of them looked expected, like he'd knew this was gonna happen.
"Did...y-you.. know this...was gonna happen...? He said weakly, to no one in particular, since he was long gone.
Pathetic.
And then.
He laughed.
The sound came small at first.
But eventually, it evolved into full blow laughter.
the sound a broken man mourning something he lost.
And-
The sound of a madman already planing his next move.
"Oh you'll see Alastor..."
"Just you wait.."
"Ill become the strongest sinner in all of the fucking pride ring.."
"and only then, you will look at me with...."
Regret.
He didn't know if he said the last part of the sentence aloud, he couldn't really concentrate on anything at all.
Still he tried.
And he thought for just a second.
That he heard the hurried footsteps of someone coming his way.
When he woke up again, he wasn't at the alley anymore.
Nor their bar drinking with him once more, because the thought of their fight being a dream crossed his mind embarrassingly more than once.
But no, he wasn't at the alley nor at the bar, he was in a very gloomy looking place, dust everywhere, on the ceilings, the ground, the walls, the only thing who looked barely suitable was the couch he was on, not to be overly dramatic but he was pretty sure that if he was human he would be dead just by breathing the air of that pitiful room.
Did someone kidnap him?
No.. what kind of kidnapper would tuck him with a duck blanket on a couch..
Then who brought him here?
His endless spiraling of questions were suddenly answered as he heard the sound of careless footsteps comming his way.
A blonde girl stood at the door freezing when she spotted him.
He barely blinked before she was at his side.
Holy fuck did she teleport? He barely even blinked!
"Oh hello! Im so glad you're okay! You looked in pretty... bad... shape when i saw you.. im sorry that i brought you here without your permission- does that count as kidnapping? Im so sorry but I couldn't bring myself to possibly just leave you there!"
He blinked
What the hell was she even saying?
She found him bleeding out in a alley and decided to help him?
In this economy, in hell?
He scoffed, last time someone helped him when he was bleeding out in a alley he-
He stopped that thought immediately, just thinking about Alastor again make his stomach twist with something ugly.
So instead he simply said,
"Im not sorry but, who the fuck are you?"
"Oh! Right!"
She got up to her feets and bowed theatrically, with arm on her heart and a wide smile.
"My name is Charlotte Morningstar, the princess of hell-"
"Yeah right and I'm Asmodeus the sin of lust"
"Hum rude... I am telling the truth!"
She said, faking hurt but the playful tone of her voice betrayed the act.
Vox was intrigued.
Never had he seen someone in hell so...
Bubbly
Happy
Hopeful
He wanted to tell her off, get up and go back home, maybe cry himself to sleep thinking about how he ruined everything between his one true love but instead..
"Oh? And how can I be sure you're telling the truth princess?"
He matched her energy,
Played into her game.
Because at the moment Vox just felt like chatting with someone again, have a actual conversation rather than forced laughs and business's proposals.
Because the only one he could do that with was gone.
She beamed at him, she looked completely content like a child finally receiving a toy she begged for.
"Well i have just the thing you see.."
She searched her nonexistent pocket on her dress and pulled out a photo from basically nowhere held it out at Vox face.
It was a picture of the king of hell,
Lucifer
"Tell me you dont see the resemblance!"
She exaggerated the expression of the king, trying way too hard.
But Vox could actually see it.
"Huh you do look like him but you know... there is alot of people in hell there's probably a dozen who also look like his daughter so how can you prove you're the real one?"
She stilled in the pose she was taking, trowing the photo of the king away with a slightly annoyed face and pulled out another one, partically shoving it at vox's face.
The photo was a younger version of her in the arms of the king, they looked happy, smiling carelessy like they weren't trapped in hell forever.
"That's ai" he accused
He could see her eyes twich, he smiled, it felt so good to ragebait that poor girl.
And for a moment he allowed himself to slip of the worries of the deer and directed all his attention at that girl who was trying too hard.
He laughed, the sound light but the meaning behind it heavy.
"I was joking I believe you, princess"
"Im not sure I believe you saying that" she retorted.
He laughed again
Then he realized.
"Wait where are we again? This doesn't look like a bedroom or a house."
She beamed at him.
"Oh! So glad you asked!"
She spun around the dusty room gesturing wildly.
"This. Is my bar!"
What.
"You're fucking with me."
She flinched, looking at him confusion writen all over her face.
"Do you even manage that thing? Look around it's partically about to collapse!"
"W-well I like to do things without the money of my parents, so I worked to save up some money and kinda- bought the cheapest one I could find?" She smiled hesitantly.
He looked a her expression unreadable.
"You're a idiot.."
To his surprise she laughed, the sound warm, filling the coldest of the bar.
"Well anyways I brought it a few days ago, I've been trying to hire people but it's been-"
"Partically impossible?"
"Yeah.."
He started thinking, he didn't really felt like leaving this place, not yet, he felt like he had a duty there, he didn't want to go back to his afterlife, to his empire, to.... him.
Maybe he could...
No
That's ridiculous.
He didn't even know her for a day! Why do he want to help her so much?
Maybe because she reminded of the past him.
The weatherman.
The one making coffee for his superiors and taking others shifts.
The one who could only dream to be brighter.
Its still ridiculous..
He should wish her good luck and leave now
And yet
He started talking before he could stop himself.
"I could help.."
He immediately regretted his decision.
Her entire face light up like a chirstmas tree.
She looked so bright that he started getting worried she would explode into a bunch of rainbows and unicorns.
She partically jumped at him.
"Really??"
"I mean I dont really have other stuff to do."
Which was a complete lie, a empire doesnt manage itself, why did he do that? He had no idea.
"Oh this is going to be so! Much! Fun!"
"Thank you so much mister..."
She looked at him expectantly.
"Vox" he replied without missing a beat.
"Thank you so much mister Vox!!"
The air knocked out of his lungs as she pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
Yeah she was definitely the king of hell's daughter to carry such strength.
