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Alastor was walking back to the hotel, followed by the small army of demonic eggs, Oh, the new information these little devils had provided him with was splendid, he would be sure to use it in the right way.
Ohhh, Dear~
Turning a corner he found himself crossing his favorite street in all of pentagram city, it was a long row of stores, bars, movie theaters and other wonders of the 1900's, everything there was perfect just as it should be, plus that area was free of the annoying blue light rotten brained youths.
Why did you leave like that?
He walked a couple of blocks, stopping occasionally to window shop a bit, he wanted to see what had changed here during his absence, it would bother him not to be informed about the route trends have taken today.
Without warning of your escape~
Alastor was tempted to put on some music, some smooth jazz would liven up his walk, but his ears twitched as he heard a series of peculiar noises, what do I say noises, a melody, a very beautiful one in fact, he scanned his surroundings trying to find the origin of the song and he did, it was a small bar across the street.
Leaving me alone~
You broke my mechanical heart~
The Radio Demon looked quickly in both directions before rushing across the street and into the bar, it was a decent size inside, wooden tables spread out all over the place and a charming bar, which had a radio on top of it, the source of the delightful tune.
He advanced among the demons who immediately recoiled from his presence, probably terrified to see the Radio Demon in person, the eggs following him awkwardly, continuously distracted by anything they came across.
— Sorry for the inconvenience, sir, but I want to ask who sings this great song that plays on your radio? — He questioned the bartender with his usual ear-to-ear grin that seemed to give little Imp the creeps.
Why can't I forget you?
— Ugh... Well, the one who sings is Roxxane, she usually comes here to give presentations... in case you're interested — I almost whispered the last part, clearly terrified, the little imp didn't even deign to look at him, opting to watch his, well, submissively. —Here... here is a poster that promotes it, if you are interested today she comes at 11... only if you want. — The bartender bristled under the Overlord's gaze, he could only stammer out the last sentence like an idiot.
Though broken you left me~
I tried to fix myself~
Alastor looked at the poster in his hands, surprised by what appeared on it, his first thought was "Vox?", because the sinner in the image was horribly similar to the Media Demon, though of course there were obvious differences, like gender and other physical differences, but a thought formulated in Alastor's mind was it... Was Vox disguising himself to put on nightly shows? That was crazy, something he would never expect from his supposed rival.
But I just want to find you~
And kill you~
A spark of interest ran through him from his feet to the tips of his ears, this could be quality entertainment, with a nimble movement of his hand, he kept the paper in one of his vest pockets, he was definitely coming tonight, that was a fact.
Ohhh, you fucking bastard~
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He returned to the hotel with all the Eggbois and they were greeted by Vaggie's unusually gentle gaze, Alastor just gave her a smile looking down at her.
— Alastor, I see you couldn't get rid of the eggs. — He added without a hint of hostility in his voice, just leaning casually on the balcony railing.
—Well, I found out that these little monsters can... come in quite handy — He said, his voice and expression turning somber in his last words.
— Then give them back to Sir Pentius — The woman replied with a smile. Almost immediately the sinful snake hugged and cried over the demon eggs, babbling nonsense that did not interest the Overlord in the least, Alastor stepped aside and walked to the bar, collapsing into one of the seats and turning to face the cat demon.
— Ha, ha, ha, ha, Husk, my good friend, pour me a Carajillo, you know how I like it. — The Radio Demon simply leaned his elbows against the surface of the table and cradled his chin on the back of his hands, attentive to his slave's every move as he quickly and efficiently prepared his drink.
— Here. — The cat growled at him, sliding the glass of dark liquid in front of him. The Overlord decided to let this little unruly behavior on his slave's part pass, he was feeling suddenly generous, not something that happened to him very often. He took small sips of his drink, tasting it so that the flavor would stick to his tongue, it was.... Decent.
—What's wrong with you? — Husk asked dryly, looking at him out of the corner of his eye as he began to dry some glasses that must have been occupied earlier.
—Hmhm? I don't understand what you mean, my great friend. —The demon just hums against the rim of the glass, somewhat confused by the question.
Husk's frown becomes more prominent at the vague answer.
—You're in a strangely good mood, Alastor, did something good happen to you? Did you find another hapless loser to torment? —He raised an eyebrow at the demon, he knew that when he was like that something bad was going to happen.
—A hapless loser.... like you? —The Overlord just laughed uproariously, enjoying how his slave's expression turns to one of utter contempt -But no, none of that or whatever your pretty little head is thinking, I actually have plans for that night!
—Ah, how nice. — Seeing that he probably wouldn't get anything else, Husk simply abandoned the conversation, turning around to take a swig of alcohol from the bar, this sudden disinterest struck a chord in Alastor, but he couldn't do much because with a quick glance at the clock he realized he was already running late for the show, Oh, looks like the lesson in manners will have to wait, the Overlord with a snap of his fingers condensed his form to a black liquid that spread out and vanished on the floor.
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The Radio Demon emerged to the surface in less than a second, materializing right in front of the bar he had visited before, which at this time of the night was brimming with vibe and life, music blared from inside, alerting that the show had already started, not wanting to miss any more, Alastor entered, unnoticed by the friendly and noisy crowd.
He found a seat near the small stage, sliding into his chair and resting his hands on the table in front of him, there he watched the singer, the sinner that everyone was cheering for moved nimbly under the spotlights, singing enchanting melodies, the truth now that Alastor saw her up close he didn't believe she was actually Vox in drag, God no, she was how to say it... much more refined than the Overlord of the Media, she moved as if she had done this, a thousand times, as if the stage was hers, with such confidence and assurance that it gave the Overlord a slight shiver.
But she besides being talented was beautiful (By general standards, not Alastor's, of course not) despite having a TV head, that didn't make her any less attractive, she batted her prominent digital eyelashes and moved her long artificial slender legs to the beat of the music, she wore a long, black dress with a slit up the leg, a matching wide brimmed hat and high heels, she looked taller than the Overlord, but he was sure that without them she would be a few inches shorter than him.
At one point the Sinner's gaze came casually in his direction and she seemed to startle a little at having the Radio Demon himself in her audience, by this impression she missed a note, fixing it immediately and in a way that seemed like it was all part of the song, only Alastor noticed it, that due to his acute hearing.
The woman (Who Alastor later learned was named Roxxane) sang about 3 more songs, all very good in the Overlord's taste and then retired, he was tempted to follow her to her dressing room, but what impression would he give by following a lady the first time they met? A very bad one, his mother would be disappointed if he did, so he decided that would be all for today, the radio demon's body decayed back into a black liquid, heading back to the hotel.
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He pounded on the vanity table in suppressed anger, breathing violently, the sound of his fans flooding the room SHIT! How could he have been so trusting, IT WAS ALL HIS FAULT! FUCK!
He looked over his shoulder towards the door and seeing that no one was coming he let out a deep sigh, he had to get back to his apartment.
Occupying one of the security cameras she turned her body into energy, traveling through the wiring of the city to the top floor of the Vees' tower, there she recomposed her body and the first thing she did was to take off her heels to throw them somewhere in the room.
Now much freer she walked barefoot dragging a little her dress until she reached the closet, she kept her hat in a dark part, besides running some hangers with a suit she left in sight a numerical panel.
-Ugh... Let's see...0-4-0-4 -She repeated while entering the same numbers in the order she dictated and when the panel confirmed that this was the key the bottom of the closet opened revealing that hidden there is the body of Vox turned off.
The woman grabbed him by the armpits dragging him out of the compartment, left the limp body on the couch and went to look for something in his bedside table.
-Shit, why did I keep doing this even though I knew the asshole was back? God, I'm a bigger idiot than him. -He pulled a USB cable out of the drawer and returned with the body, plugging the cable into Vox's port and the other end into his.
There were sparks and the woman's screen flashed random images until it went out and fell on Overlord's body, just as it fell Vox began to wake up, slowly sitting up, blinking up at the female body above him, he felt confused for a few seconds until it all came back to him.
He stood up immediately, almost falling forward from the speed he did it, Vox looked nervous as he carried Roxxane's body and shoved it into the hidden space of the closet, closing it and hiding the panel again.
Shit, shit, SHIT! Alastor had seen it, he must suspect something, HE MUST KNOW! Vox squirmed, grabbing the edge of his screen with his claws and pulling it off Why did he go on with this bullshit, he was an absolute idiot! Ever since he knew Alastor was back he should have stopped why didn't he stop, WHY DIDN'T HE STOP?! He didn't even know himself and that made him even more furious, but there was nothing he could do about it, the asshole on the radio knew about it and he would have no problem telling the whole Pentagram about it.
The Media Demon just threw himself on the couch, looking defeated, well he was good while this shit lasted, he gave up he couldn't do anything anymore.
He just sat there waiting for his public humiliation.