Juliette

After we'd arrived at V Tower, Vox lead me past a plethora of reporters.

I was wondering why he didn't just teleport us directly to this "private space" of his, but when the cameras started flashing, I realized he wanted us to be seen together.

He just didn't want the conversation he was going to have with me be heard by the masses.

After a seemingly endless walk to a very high tech elevator, the doors finally shut and cut us off from the relentless sea of reporters and flashing lights.

I looked over at him curiously, but he remained stagnant in his stance and expression, not once glancing at me.

Once the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I was being dragged again, this time to an office.

"Alright then, let's get started!"

Vox's voice nearly scared me death again since it had been silent for so long, and then the office door shut and clicked.

My eyes went to the obviously locked door, and back to Vox.

He motioned to a seat, rounding his office desk to sit on the other side.

There was a pounding in my head telling me that this was an extremely bad situation I've found myself in, but regardless of that fact I needed to keep a cool head.

You always need to seem as if you're in control... even when you're not. Alastor taught me that, and it has worked wonders here in hell.

So, I approached and sat, clearing my face of any expression so he wouldn't suspect that I'm quite scared.

Once we were both sat, he leaned forward and clasped his hands together.

"Now, I know what you're probably thinking... and no, I didn't bring you here to hurt you. Yet."

He tacked on that last part quickly before moving on, pulling out a tablet from seemingly nowhere.

He started showing me pictures of Alastor and I that were candid and taken from various angles.

"The Radio Demon has been missing for quite some time, as I'm sure you're aware, but now he's returned and lo and behold... a random woman appears that seems to have him on a leash!"

My eyes narrowed and I looked from him back to the pictures, about to snap and say we have nothing to do with each other.

But the words caught in my throat as I looked at the plethora of images.

Images of us...

Sitting outside the hotel, me walking as he tails behind me, or me just doing other business while he stood and watched from a distance.

In all of these, he was only looking at me.

My heart felt like it stopped and my expression fell.

Some of these, I wasn't even aware he had been there. Despite the way his image was distorted, I could clearly see his eyes set on my form, soft and unmoving from their digital prison.

"Though, it seems this is unrequited, which is actually one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed in all my years of being in hell! Alastor finally met someone who treats him the way he treats everyone else, and I sincerely applaud you for the way you seem to cut him so deeply with so little effort!"

The longer Vox spoke, the larger the lump in my throat became.

That's not right... it's not me that's hurting him, he hurt me...

Have I truly taken the same knife he killed me with and returned the offense tenfold?

Each time I turn him away, or snap at his attempts to speak, am I twisting it into his heart?

I felt like I wanted to cry... all these years without him, and I still don't want him to feel that pain.

I've been shattering him slowly while also wishing he'd come back to me at the same time, not even stopping to think for a moment that maybe I'm hurting him more than he ever hurt me...

After all, I can't even recall the pain from that night... not physical pain, anyway.

Though, I do remember his eyes... they were the last I saw before I fell, and I'd been too blinded by sorrow and rage to realize just how heartbroken he truly looked.

My fingertips trembled slightly and slowly I tuned back into Vox's ramblings.

"...so, what do you say! Sound like a good deal?"

Looking up, I blinked.

"What?"

He looked at me a moment before his eye twitched slightly in annoyance that I'd obviously not been listening.

He grit his teeth and kept his expression in a "pleasant" smile.

"You, working here as part of the Vees. With you on our side we can surely end that smiling freak and silence his tacky radio performance for good. Not only that, but we as a group would rise above all the other overlords with him out of the way. How about it?"

My lips were parted just barely, eyes wide as I looked from Vox to the photos still presented before me.

Despite how angry I may be, or how long it's been...

My loyalty will always lie with him.

"No."

Vox's smile faltered.

"Pardon?"

"I said no. I do not accept your offer, nor will I ever. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go home."

I tried to sound firm and confident, but of course it wasn't going to be that simple.

The expression on the tv demon's face had darkened, and I felt uneasy. I'll need to be quick about getting out of here...

Though, before I could even try to stand there were hands on my shoulders holding me down, and I looked side to side only to see two large shark demons that were sneering down at me.

My eyes snapped forward to the overlord in front of me, my hair hardening into sickles of ice and my claws lengthening as frost crept from my fingers onto the arms of the chair I was sat in.

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he thinks he's doing, but was silenced when some sort of bottle was shoved between my lips by one of the sharks.

"How unfortunate, my dear. We could've been such great partners."

My throat burned as a sickly sweet liquid scorched my throat like alcohol, causing me to cough and gag after the bottle was taken away.

My blurring sight caught briefly the pink shine of the bottle, and I felt my throat start to go numb.

My heart pounded in my ears as I struggled to get away from the hands holding me down to no avail.

"What did you do!"

My words were slurred, and the world was moving slow.

I felt weak, my limbs growing heavy as my vision blurred in and out. Voices sounded far off and every time I blinked it was like we were in a different place.

It felt like my body was no longer mine, my feet moving against my will. I was a prisoner within my own mind, complying to things that my brain screamed at me to fight against.

Even when I caught a glimpse of the door that would lead to my eventual freedom, I simply passed it by, following Vox as he dragged me across the building.

I blinked again, and all I could see was pink.

The smell of smoke invaded my nostrils, and I was yanked up harshly by Vox.

"Since you don't want to be one of us, I can just use you to hurt him in other ways. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you star in a picture show."

With that, I was shoved forward and taken into the arms of the source of all this pink smoke.

My eyes wide as I stared helplessly up into the eyes of Valentino, the overlord of the porn industry.

~*~

Alastor

The streets cleared for me as I made my way down them. Demons jumped out of my way and didn't dare to try and get caught under my feet, even by accident.

My full demonic form was hardly contained behind my cracking exterior, and my path was set firmly towards the Red Light District.

Eventually, I started teleporting to cover more ground, being careful not to zap too much of my energy.

I need as much power as I can muster so that I can end that snarky fool once and for all.

He's going to regret putting his hands on her, on everything I have ever care about, he will regret it.

It wasn't long at all before I was in front of V Tower.

My eyes remained forward as I walked up to the front door. A guard attempted to stop me, and I simply smashed him into the wall with a black tendril, leaving a nothing but a red stain behind without faltering my steps before I threw the doors open.

When I entered, all eyes went to me, and it was silent.

This bottom floor seemed to be full of reporters, and in an instant it was like the tension snapped, and voices erupted as they rushed me.

Microphones went into my face and cameras flashed, and with a snarl I summoned my microphone and slammed it into the ground so hard the tile cracked.

"ENOUGH!"

At the sound of my voice, they all fell silent and shrunk away. All the cameras they were holding sizzled and then went up into green flames as I walked past them all.

I can't waste my time killing these buffoons.

My form melted into the floor as a black shadow, and I traveled up to the second floor where Velvette's studio was.

She was barking orders, and I calmly walked up behind her.

The models that she was speaking to spotted me first, but she was unaware due to her back facing me.

"What the hell are you bitches looking at—"

She started her usual squawking, but fell silent when she turned and her eyes trained up to meet my fully demonic radio dials.

She only let herself look shocked for a moment before putting on that bitchy facade of hers, cocking her head to the side and putting a hand on her hip.

"Oh? Hello, fossil— AH!"

She cried out when I grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up before slamming her back down into the floor with a sickening crack.

All the models screamed and scrambled.

Velvette kicked and squirmed, looking up at me while trying to hide her terror.

My smile was something teetering on the edge of fully insane and downright physically impossible as black tar leaked from my mouth.

"Where is she?"

"What the hell are you—!"

I squeezed her throat and lifted her slightly before slamming her down again, my form growing as I got close to her face with a snarl.

"Where the fuck is she!"

That's when the pathetic woman beneath me started to cry, and frantically pointed up while also trying to claw my hand from her throat.

"V-Valentino! She's with Val! Please, don't kill me it was Vox's idea I just—!"

I didn't care enough to hear what she had to say and simply threw her to the side. She slid into a rack of clothes and they fell over onto her.

With that information, I teleported myself up another story, reappearing outside of the ever famous porn studio.

I could hear voices on the other side of the large doors.

There was a part of me that was planning to walk in on something horrific. My bloodlust was at an all time high, and if they've tortured and traumatized her...

I'll make sure, personally, they never do anything, ever again.

Without a moment of hesitation, I threw the doors open and they slammed against the walls, one of them creaking before falling off the hinges.

At the sound of the loud thud that followed, all eyes present in the studio turned towards me.

And lucky me, the man himself was sat front and center, looking at me in shock as if he didn't expect me to show up.

Glancing quickly around the room, I tried to find her.

My eyes winded slightly and my heart fell into my stomach when she was sprawled out on a large circular bed, wearing nothing but sheer robes... surrounded by cameras and microphones...

And on top of her was Valentino, wearing nothing but lewd underwear.

The edges of my vision faded from red to black, a low growl rolling through my chest as the ground started to tremble and tendrils crept along the floor and up the walls, the lights flickering and chandeliers swaying.

"Anyone in this room that isn't an overlord, leave."

I'm surprised I was even able to get that warning out, but I really don't need anyone getting in the way of what I'm about to do to these freaks.

Immediately all the actors and actresses scrambled and ran past me, squeezing out into the hallway in a frantic panic.

Once their footsteps faded I locked eyes with Vox once more, and now he was wearing a smile, standing up to face me.

"Alastor."

"Vox."

Both of us shared the same contempt for the other. Valentino had sat up partially, but was still holding Juliette into the bed by her throat.

She wasn't struggling, and I could smell Velvette's love potion scent was thick in the air.

That was what broke my composure completely, and before Vox could even start one of his petty speeches, I slammed him directly into the floor with one of my tendrils before growing larger in my rage.

My quick attack caught him off guard, and as he tried to get up I slammed him into a far wall, causing photos to fall and break.

Unfortunately, he was able to recover from that quickly and dodged my next attack, my fist landing against the wall and leaving a large crack in the concrete structure.

My head snapped to where he'd retreated to, and he had pulled out some appendages of his own, large electric wires flailing from his back before rooting into the ground and lifting him up.

"What the hell! Ow!"

He held his face where there was a brand new shatter over his left eye. I laughed lowly.

"The fuck is your problem? Why do you care so much about this cunt anyway?!"

Again I lunged at him, and then caught one of his wires that he swung at me, using it to slam him into the wall again before I was on him, taking his screen into my hand and slamming his head back against the wall.

"You've always been an idiot, Vox, but this..."

He stumbled and tried to block my attack with a wired, but I just yanked it out of his back, and that earned me a scream.

Throwing the appendage to the side, I backhanded him.

"Is truly pathetic."

His arms shook as he tried to lift himself up, and I was about to permanently silence his never ending shit show before I was suddenly slammed into the wall by a strong gust of wind.

Growling, I turned to face the source of the attack.

Valentino stood over by the bed, glaring at me through narrowed eyes.

I straightened myself and faced him, dangerous electricity bouncing around my body and tendrils as we locked eyes.

It seems I'll have to kill them both.