"I kid you not Vox, he turns himself into a pickle! He's called Pickle Mick! Funniest shit I've ever seen."
Vox only gave Alastor a disappointed look, shaking his head.
"I think I died in the wrong generation...." he muttered to himself.
Despite Alastor's reputation, he was quite chummy with one of hell's Overlords, Vox. Their time periods were very different, but still respected one another - even enjoying each other's differences.
Even though Vox was a more modern demon, he actually loathed it. He was fine with TVs and computers and all, but when times got to the internet and virtual reality he simply couldn't keep up. Alastor on the other hand loved technology. Yes, he wasn't exactly from a period where technology was prevalent, but when he was alive he would buy whatever new technological device had existed, even going as far as buying janky prototypes.
Alastor was overjoyed to meet Vox when Vox arrived in hell as was Vox was excited to meet Alastor. Their differences complimented each other.
Occasionally though, Alastor would "geek" out, sometimes calling Vox a...what was it? A boomer? Vox hadn't a clue what that meant.
"I don't understand how you find humor in any of those picture shows..." the TV Demon commented.
Alastor rolled onto his back on the couch, placing his head on Vox's lap, limbs splayed about wildly, moving as he talked and gestured.
"It just is funny! It completely stops the whole story for something so insignificant and that's just hilarious! It's unexpected!" The deer demon exclaimed.
Vox only chuckled in response, scratching Alastor's head as he lay upon him.
"You're working yourself up, Allie." The radio demon only responded with a moan, nestling into his lower region further.
"Speaking of "working yourself up", I saw something very interesting on TV the other day.." Alastor froze in Vox's hold, making a small "eep" noise.
"If it's not too much of a bother to ask..." he turned the deer's head toward him. "...what the hell were you doing out in the middle of a turf war?" He grinned viciously, awaiting an answer.
Alastor looked at the wall, deciding it was very interesting at the moment. Vox only flared at him. "Allie. I need an answer." The deer demon gulped before turning to his friend. "I was on my way back to the hotel. Y-Ya know that redemption one?" He stuttered
"Back from what exactly?" Vox sneered causing Alastor to shake.
"Well...um..you see I.....uh....." he stumbled. He then mumbled something incoherently under his breath.
"Repeat that again."
Alastor looked away from Vox. "I might've been coming back from the surface...."
The TV demon nearly blew a circuit.
"The surface?! As in, THE HUMAN WORLD? EARTH?!" He yelled, bringing Alastor's face closer to his screen.
"Allie you could've gotten killed! Demons aren't suppose to visit the human world 'JUST BECAUSE'! What the hell were you thinking?!" Alastor pulled himself away from him. "I'm not that weak! I could handle being on the surface just fine!" He argued.
Vox took a deep breath before holding onto the other's hand. "I know, I-I'm just worried for you. You mean a lot to me..."
Alastor turned away from him, blushing profusely. It didn't give him long to lean into the other's shoulder, radio humming on content.
They sat there in comfortable silence before Vox spoke up.
"You're not weak, Allie. I-I'm just worried as to what the others will do if they find out you're doing things without their permission. Don't wanna lose you."
"That's some sappy shit..." Alastor laughed out, still refusing to let go of his other.
Despite never making anything official, it was clear to everyone in hell what their relationship was.

"Hey Voxie. You want to be a part of my next radio show?"
"I'd love to, Allie."

(Shorter chapter. This was more of a character study on Hazbin Hell AU Al and Vox.)