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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.

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Vox laid his screen against the desk, he was exhausted and he hadn't even worked that hard! It was all Alastor's damn bastard's fault, he hadn't slept for two days now, he was still brooding over the same issue why hadn't he exposed it, did he really not know, or was it all part of his plan so that maybe Vox would feel desperate enough to make a deal with him? He was sure it was and Bambi was an idiot if he thought that would work.

Fuck, he remembered the grinning, shit eating grin Al had given him that day, now his fans were working twice as hard trying to keep him from overheating, he hit the desk hard, cracking the wood and splintering his hand, FUCK! Could nothing go right for him today could it! He heard the door to his office open and the clacking of heels, just what he was missing, shit, thanks Lucifer.

He didn't even need to raise his head to know that Valentino's long and smiling figure was in front of him, but he did because otherwise that bitch would get offended and make a mess of the whole place, she really was a drama queen.

-Valentino, what brings you here, shouldn't you be in your studio supervising the filming of your new movie series? - I watch carefully with the pimp, he was moving forward to throw away all the documents and objects on the broken desk. - What the fuck Val?! What the fuck did you do is- -A finger covered his virtual mouth prompting him to shut up, Vox just growled at this disrespect ready to bite the moth's ugly purple finger.

-Mi amor~ Calm down, you know I love you and your grumpy little ass right? You know I'd do anything for you, cariño~ -She purred those fake words so sweetly that for a second the Media Lord thought they might be true, he quickly shook his head frowning some more, he knew that when Val acted like that it was because she wanted something. - And right now I need a little favor, a tiny, tiny, tiny one, you know~.

The TV went silent thinking about what the moth might want now, apparently the pimp misinterpreted his silence as a signal to continue, sitting down on the desk and bringing his face within inches of Vox's screen.

-I think my next trilogy of movies will be my masterpiece and I need more space for my propaganda in your schedule, 25 times a day isn't enough for me, quintuple it, will you baby~? - The Tech Overlord didn't answer, how could he, what Valentino was asking for was fucking crazy! Now he had to figure out how to deny that to the moth without throwing a fucking tantrum.

-Val, listen, we can't do that, it's simply impossible, think of all the programs and other paid advertising that would have to be taken out of the schedule just to run your ads more times, we'd lose almost 60% of today's profits. - It felt good when the other Vee went silent, Vox almost thought he had talked some sense into him until the pimp grabbed him by the collar of his suit tightly and pulled him much closer to his face than he already was.

I'M ASKING YOU NICELY AND YOU WON'T ACCEPT! DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT THIS WOULD MAKE US 100, N0, 1000 TIMES MORE THAN YOUR STUPID SHOWS! WHAT'S THE USE OF HAVING A HEAD IF YOU WON'T THINK! YOU STUPID COCK-SUCKING WHORE! - That struck a chord with the Media Demon who immediately grabbed Valentino's hands that were holding him and ripped them off his body, getting up and walking away from the other Overlord.

        - Pretty soon their talk stopped being "business" and turned into a verbal brawl with the sole objective of causing as much emotional damage as possible. - YOU KNOW WHAT!!! I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH YOUR MOCOSO BERRINCHES!!! Unlike you I DO have a job to do!!!! - He stormed to the door ready to stop this stupid argument, but it seems that the moth didn't have enough because he quickly took out a heel and threw it in Vox's direction, Vox was able to dodge it in time, but the object was thrown with so much force that the tip is stuck in the wall.

The TV demon turned again to his partner ready to strangle him and end this once and for all, the pimp also seemed ready to take the discussion to the next level, it wasn't the sound of Val's cell phone that stopped them both.

-WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY?! -Valentino immediately shouted over the phone, clearly pissed off at being interrupted - WHAT?! Like this bitch OD'd before filming?! I'm on my way! That bitch better be ready because I'm going to fuck her drugged pussy until she bleeds and would rather want to kill herself so she doesn't OD before filming in her whole non-life! - He immediately stood up after spitting out his threats, bumping the supreme lord's shoulder more on his way out. - We will continue with this meeting won't we, Voxxy? You still have to put up my ads.

And so he left, Vox barked an angry reply, but the pimp was already far away.

At least he pulled his heel out of the wall.

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Later in the evening, the Media Lord returned to his apartment, slumping on his couch, with all the fuss today with Val and having to fix the reports of his incompetent workers he didn't have time to think about the Alastor thing, he was supposed to go back to the bar today, but he didn't know if he would, after all he was sure he would be waiting for him there... WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE THINKING?! He would be giving all the victory to the other one if he didn't go! He would look like a coward and he was sure that was what Al was looking for.

No, he wouldn't let him get that satisfaction from the bastard, he was going, he was sure of it and ignored the happy feeling in his chest as he decided not to dismiss Roxxane's personality.

He went to the closet quickly, opened it by entering pin and pulled out the extinguished woman, charging her to the couch and with a USB cable transferred her consciousness to the female body.

When she woke up again, her first thought was that she felt dirty, which was normal, considering she had been cooped up in a small space in the same clothes she had worn on Tuesday night.

After a good deep shower she looked for what to wear, she had the dresses she was currently occupying in the back of the closet hidden among her normal clothes, today she wanted to dazzle, to show her rival that she didn't give a shit if she knew what he was hiding, that he would never submit to him or anyone else.

She opted for a blue dress with black detailing (matching heels), a white feather scarf and a black wide brimmed hat, she laughed as she saw how she looked in the standing mirror, Alastor's going to shit.

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She arrived somewhat early at the bar, after all she is the star of the show, when she entered her dressing room she found the group of Imps that would beautify her even more than she already was.

-And then he throws a heel at me! How can he think of that? After all I've done for him! Valentino knows I must be perfect at all times, even more so when today I have a presentation where the fucking Radio Demon is going to be watching! Well, although the latter doesn't really know, bah, whatever, you understand me, don't you? - He looked at the little devil who was painting his nails waiting for his answer, he gave him a look with big and somewhat fearful eyes, before nodding hurriedly, Vox just pulled his dry nails out of the Imp's weak grip and admired them, they looked nice. - Thanks, it's nice to be able to vent to someone. - Anything he confessed to them would never be leaked, from the first day they met he made a deal with them, if a single word ever came out of his mouth on this subject, they would die instantly.

At that moment another demon peeked through the door, warning that she had to leave in 5 minutes, she was ready, she got up, leaving the little devils behind and walked down a somewhat long hallway until she reached the small stairs to the stage (which wasn't very big either), the spotlights focused on her as she walked up and almost immediately she felt the gaze of a certain Overlord on the back of her neck, the fucker had arrived early today.

Center stage he started singing, all the nerves he didn't know he had relaxed, starting to feel much more confident and relaxed as the song progressed, he started with one of his most popular (and an original Vox creation) "Fuck Red, Go Blue" and then continued with four others, it felt great to show off in front of his rival with a "I don't give a shit if you know this secret, bitch" attitude, an amusing moment was during the third tune, when he turned to Alastor and winked at him, he couldn't help but put a smile on his screen when the other tensed at his gesture.

Finally, the show was over, as he walked back to his dressing room he was rubbing his throat, he had strained it a lot more than other days, singing more than usual just to show off and fuck up Al's entertainment, that had been a bad idea, his throat felt like shit now, entering his dressing room he just collapsed on the couch he had, an Imp offered him a bottle of water and a pain pill, Vox just snatched the items from his hands, consuming them as fast as he could, water major relief, a benefit of having a PVC larynx.

As he finished the last of the bottle, he closed his eyes for a quick rest, of course it didn't last a minute when he opened them again due to a sudden noise, the imp had fallen, knocking some things off the dresser, he could be seen trembling with his eyes down and his legs shaking from something or someone he was terrified of.

He slowly turned his head to see what it was and almost fell off the couch to see that the fucking Radio Demon was there, he could only blink in confusion, it was too soon was he really planning to threaten him now? It seemed he had overestimated Alastor's intelligence.

-It's nice to finally meet you, Miss Roxxane, I must admit I was looking forward to this encounter. -The Overlord just gave a quick bow and remained bowed as he continued speaking. -I am Alastor, the Radio Demon and host of my popular podcast, I'm sure you must have heard it. - He just took Vox's hand and kissed it, the TV was beside itself at the sight of this move, intercutting his gaze from his rival to his hand, from his rival to his hand, FROM HIS RIVAL TO HIS HAND THE FUCKING BAMBI HAD KISSED HIS HAND!

He was brought out of his thoughts by the other's chuckle, the Half-Lord tried to compose himself, changing his expression to one of indifference, he hoped it was convincing enough for Alastor to forget his initial reaction (Spoiler: he didn't).

-Uhm, well of course I know him, but what brings you here Mr. Radio Demon? - He raised an eyebrow to emphasize his question, he felt like his circuits were frying by acting so condescending to his archenemy.

-No, my dear, there's no need to be so formal, actually I've come to make you a somewhat daring proposal. - Here goes, he mentally prepared himself to respond in a scathing manner to whatever threat Bambi had in store, it seems the other took his silence as a signal to continue. - I want you and I to have a way out, of course if you allow it.

Vox had to control whatever insult was about to come out of his mouth and when he controlled his tongue, his mind began to panic. Had Alastor already gotten senile dementia? Because if not, what the fuck?! She didn't believe the words he said, there must be a trap, she looked at the grandfather who looked there oblivious to everything that was going through the TV's mind with his typical perverted fucking smile, yes, definitely, he was planning something.

-No." He hastened to reply, inwardly gloating as he watched the other's smile become much more forced upon hearing his answer.

-Eh? Excuse me, but would you be so kind as to explain to me the reason for your rejection? -He tilted his head slightly to one side, he looked surprised, it must be because it was the first time that a supposed "sinner" refused him something.

-As I hear, I thank you, but I must refuse your offer. - He was silent for a moment, fuck, he had to think of a valid reason to send him to hell as soon as possible. - But if I were to accept that it would hurt me a lot, you have many enemies, don't you? What do you think they would think if they see you with me? I'm not an Overlord or a princess from Hell, imagine they want to take revenge on you and they use me to do it. Would you come running to save me? Would you stop whatever you were doing to do it?

-You mean Vox, don't you? You keep quiet he's a coward, but I'm sure he wouldn't go to the extreme of doing such pathetic things just to get my attention, but wait, that sounds just like him, I guess I would have to keep an eye on you- -He didn't let him finish his sentence, rising abruptly from his couch and coming face to face with the Radio Demon He had tried to keep his cool and keep pretending! But him insulting him right under his nose, it was busting his balls!!!!

-Really, thank you for your offer, but I must decline, besides I think you should leave now, I have to change and I'm sure you're not here to see that am I right, Mr. Radio Demon? - He practically snarled in his face, the Overlord opened his mouth and then closed it again, Vox blinked in disbelief at his reaction , in a second all the anger was replaced by a feeling of superiority , it couldn't be possible he...? he had left Alastor speechless? He had to hold back his laughter. The demon just shook his head.

-No, of course not, I guess that will be all of our meeting, I hope to talk to you again this way, nice to meet you, see you Miss Roxxane. -He just gave her one last smile before transforming his body into a black liquid and disappearing, if Vox had to guess, he would say he went back to the hotel.

Now without Grandpa here, the Media Lord leaned back against the couch, his heart was pounding and he could no longer hide the smile on his face, he could only remember every second of the conversation and basking in the memory of leaving Al speechless with his femme fatale performance, he just sat there and started laughing out loud, shit, he would give his soul to the devil to have recorded that moment.

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—And then I told my dear Charlie that he could call me "daddy" if he liked, you had to see the expression the little king made, it was hilarious, ha ha. —Alastor placed his hand in front of his mouth as he laughed out loud, Vox could only raise an eyebrow at this, he really couldn't believe that fucking Al would take on Lucifer in a song about his dumb autistic daughter's fucking Daddy Issues.

—Wow...you sure had a crazy day at the hotel apparently. —She gingerly held up her wine glass as she took a long swig, really, she needed a little alcohol in her system whenever she had to act condescending to Alastor, yuck, she felt terrible Was this how Val's bitches felt? Having to kiss that rat's ass all day? He was starting to feel sorry for them.

—Haha, yes I did, but apparently you don't look too interested in my day, my dear..... What ails you, tell me, you know you can trust me? —The Overlord just rests his chin on his palm, looking interested in her answer.

You.

Thought the Overlord of the Media, but quickly dismissed that thought, get into your role, Vox, get into your fucking role! You're just a normal fucking sinner, nothing more, remember that and get it in your hard drive, Fuck!

Sitting across the bar from each other, they both fell silent, a bad silence. Alastor continued to watch Roxxane expectantly and with a smile that only made the TV sink deeper and deeper into his seat, fuck, if he denied it, grandpa would keep insisting, but he had no idea what to make up and he was very good at lying and deceiving, but it seemed that after months with all the stress of having to see Alastor often, staying up at night thinking that at any moment his rival would reveal his secret and maybe the strip of coke he had snorted before coming, it didn't feel like his thoughts were very orderly.

—Ugh... No, it's just that... uh... you know, I'm still a little impressed that the Radio Demon himself would notice me, ahm..., even more so when I've turned down all your outings and you keep visiting me, I must say I feel... very honored by that, yes, that. —As he spat out the last words, they left a bad taste in his mouth, he felt so fucking ridiculous, this was humiliating.

—Wow, it's nice to hear those words coming from you, I'm flattered and I never get tired of hearing you say that. —He gave the woman a smile, but the TV knew that behind that smile that tried to be kind was hidden a deep dissatisfaction, after all he knew that was not the answer he was looking for. — But... I think my dear, without being nosy, of course, that there is something more there than awe for me, I don't really know, maybe, just guessing, I don't know, fear?

Vox's screen immediately froze in an incredulous grimace, what, did Alastor just imply what he thinks he just implied? Shit, his fans began to speed up, filling the silence with the loud noise of them doing their best to keep Vox from overheating.

—Excuse me? —He answered with his teeth clenched in a thin forced smile, calm down, calm down, FUCK YOU, he kept repeating in his head nonstop, but despite all this he couldn't make it, he really just wanted to jump on him and beat his stupid smile off, but he couldn't, he couldn't, Lucifer, he couldn't.

—Apology accepted, my dear, it seems to me that you are really afraid of me, that's a pity, because of your initial attitude I thought you were different from the other sinners. — He looked sideways as the woman's screen remained frozen and as her painted nails drummed on the table, showing how nervous she was at that moment, he did not want to get to this point, it seemed rude, but for his amusement he will have to do it.

—Ah... Ha ha ha ha. — He pinched his thigh under the table, that little pain was the only thing keeping him at bay, fuck, he tried to control his thoughts to give a proper answer, damn cocaine running through his veins and not allowing him to think clearly. —I think you're wrong, Mr. Radio Demon.... Not that I'm afraid of you, not at all.

— In that case, come out with me, easy, don't you think? —The Media lord, digging his fingernails deeper into his skin, causing some phosphorescent blood to drip onto the floor, said nothing for a while, trying to go over all the possibilities, although it was a very complicated task right now and more so when he had the retarded Al drilling him with his eyes.

— . . . — He stood up suddenly, resting his hands on the table with more force than he would have wished. —... I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me. —He announced and then turned around, walking quickly towards the bathroom, he was sure that his rival could smell and clearly see the trickle of blood running down his leg. —Stupid Bambi, I swear that someday I'll wring his neck between my hands. —He just smiles at the mental image forming in his mind and closes the door behind him.

—Huh? —A sinner who is occupying a urinal looks at him with a face that went from confusion to surprise in less than a second, he quickly averts his eyes and slouches over himself trying desperately to hide his cock, Vox would have mocked him if he hadn't hit him with the realization.... He was in the men's room.

Quickly, he exited the bathroom slamming the door hard behind him, shit, the drugs and alcohol was really frying his wires, never before had he been so distracted to get in the wrong sink with this body.

He gave a deep sigh as he walked through the right door, the place was totally empty, great for him.

He sat down in front of one of the sinks to start wetting his screen, it felt good, a little coolness to try and calm his busy mind, it worked a little, without Bambi's annoying presence here he felt like he could finally breathe.

Speaking of breathing, he desperately needed some fresh air, but he couldn't go out the entrance, it was almost certain that Alastor is eerily looking in the direction of the toilets waiting for him to come out and if he tries he will most likely intercept him on the way.

His gaze is drawn to the bathroom window, this one is the perfect size for a person to fit through, he frowns at the thought of that, any crazy pervert could easily sneak through there, but in a situation like this it was surprisingly convenient.

He had no difficulty getting through it (if we ignore that his flatscreen head got caught on the edges in a moment), he stretched his body and inhaled the dirty fresh air of hell, it was liberating to leave Al and in his mind he commanded him to fuck off.

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Alastor's eye began to twitch, he had been waiting for Roxxane for about an hour, he had been looking in the direction of the ladies room all that time, but nothing and honestly he was starting to get a little worried, he supposed that after months in her company, he had begun to grow fond of her.

Had something happened to her? 

Had she slipped?

Had she hurt something?

Was she sick?

Finally, doubt consumed him, getting up to go look for her, but obviously he wasn't going to go into the washroom to look for her.

-Excuse me... -He rested his hand on the slender shoulder of a woman who was about to enter the place, she turned around and when she saw his face she immediately shrank back, trembling in terror, the deer smiled at this reaction. -My dear friend Roxxane entered the washroom a long time ago, I feel a little worried, would you be so kind as to see if she is inside? -She just nodded her head frantically, entering the place and calling the singer, but after a few minutes she came out alone. -She's not in? - The sinner played with her thumbs and answered no, there was no one in there.

This made the Radio Demon more uneasy, he quickly went into the men's room next door, he had seen the woman enter it, but he was sure she had gone out, or did he look wrong? There was no Roxxane in sight, he tilted his body until he could observe the shoes of the people inside the cubicles, Alastor remembers, the singer was wearing black heels with white magnolias on the instep, but despite looking for them thoroughly he can't see them anywhere.

He leaves the room as quickly as he entered, immersing himself in the crowd of merry sinners that night, he continues in his task of looking for the woman, he tries to move forward among the tide of people, among the tide of smells, looking for one in particular, a smell of blueberries and electricity, but he can't find it, someone elbows him in the ribs and he grunts, it doesn't hurt, but it breaks his pride, for him he would simply destroy everything and everyone with his tentacles for that lack of respect, but he remembers that the woman told him that she likes that bar, that it was her second favorite place.

Finally, he can't find her and her characteristic smell, he feels a little frustrated, how is it that a simple sinner like her can elude him in this way...he doesn't know and that drives him crazy, lost in the crowd Alastor's gaze falls on the entrance door and that's where he questions himself.

Is she gone?

Has she left the place and is she rolling in the streets?

Alone at this time of night?

And that's enough for him to leave the place, he sends his shadow to search and he stays, I want in front of the front door, just in case, in case she comes back.

His shadow returns after a good while, waving his hands towards a place, indicating where to go, the Radio Demon follows him until he reaches an antique TV store, there in front Roxxane leans heavily against the glass while smoking, she blinks at him, perplexed.

—Dear... —The Overlord slowly approaches her and she just takes the cigarette from his lips.

—You... Were you looking for me? —The woman's eyes scan up and down his slightly disheveled appearance and finally look straight at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement under her thick lashes. -What a surprise.

—Of course, I felt uneasy not seeing you come out of the washroom after so long, I think it's normal. —He ran a hand through his hair trying to fix it, usually he wouldn't allow himself to look so sloppy, this occasion was one in a million.

He watches as the woman's mouth curves into a small, but sharp smile, tossing the cigarette to the ground, crushing under her flowered heel Alastor feels a bad feeling, he also watches as the dried blood stains the artificial thigh in an ugly way, the Overlord thinks vaguely about what he thinks such synthetic blood would taste like, his line of thought is cut off when he senses that Roxxane had moved closer to his body, tilting her head beyond the limit of his personal space, their faces too close for the Radio Demon's liking, this causes him to break away almost instantly.

—Hey, Alastor... Would you like to go out one day? —She flashes a smile full of sharp teeth, rocking her body back and forth slowly and with a restless energy, the Radio Demon was intrigued at the origin of this radical change of attitude, she was too willing and this sent slight warning signals to the Overlord's brain, but he was a Supreme Lord and she was an ordinary sinner how could she hurt him? Maybe he was getting a little paranoid.

—Mhm... That would be a great pleasure, Miss Roxxane. —He stuttered his words, leaning down to kiss the singer's hand, he smiled even more against the skin, he didn't know how it had come to this, but he was pleased with the turn of events. — But if you don't mind I would like to decide the date of this one. 

The woman's smile became calmer, hiding her teeth but keeping it from ear to ear?

—Honestly, I don't see why not, treat me well, Mister Radio Demon...~ —The TV's gaze had a dark tinge to it, slowly withdrawing her hand from the Overlord's grip. 

—Of course, what do you take me for, my dear? —She straightened up to look directly at the singer, taking a few steps away from her. —I'll make sure it's an unforgettable experience, please next week stay in front of the bar so I can come and get you, now I must go, I have a hotel to run and I need time to organize our little outing. —He began to condense his body in the black liquid, but before he could leave he noticed how the woman's look changed to an alert one, as if she had realized something.

—Alastor! What day? What day is it?" Roxxane's voice was silenced as soon as the Overlord scattered and disappeared into the ground.

Ahhh, so that's what it was....

Well, minor details.

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Angel Dust leaned against the bar, casually chatting with Husk who was drinking large gulps of the alcoholic beverage in his hand.

Ever since the incident at the bar, the drug and the absurd song the two shared became closer, Angel actually smiled when he annoyed or talked to the bartender, it was so much fun to be himself for a while.

There was a slithering sound, which made the two slaves turn their heads and watch as a black liquid that came out of nowhere quickly took the form of the Radio Demon, he didn't seem to mind their presence as he dusted off his sleeves and walked to his room.

—Wow, Smiles, you're late again, what are you up to these past few months? Are you having secretly spicy encounters? —He chuckled, his usual personality slowly returning to him, turned to look at Husk and was a bit surprised to see that the expression the cat was giving the owner of his soul was much harsher than usual.

Finally, Alastor turned to look directly at them, his smile faltering a bit in one corner, as if he was annoyed at being interrupted.

—Oh, my effeminate friend, don't make such lewd assumptions about me, you really offend me and I have to tell you that it's none of your business who I decide to get together with, ha ha ha! So please, stay out of it, okay? —The Overlord spoke quickly without giving the other a chance to respond as he hurried up the stairs to get lost in the corridors of the hotel.

—Well, he doesn't seem to be in the mood today.... Well, it's his loss. —He turned his gaze to the bartender, as he leaned on the bar in a sensual way and pulled the cat's bow tie to bring their faces closer. —But your wasting them is a chance right, Husky~? 

The cat pushed the prostitute hard, almost making him fall off his chair, the prostitute looked at him angry for the action.

—Angel, stop. —His frown became more pronounced as he fixed his bow tie.

—Ugh... yeah, yeah, okay, it just comes naturally to me, you know, it's habit, ha.... —He settled back in his seat and they both fell into an awkward silence, until the spider gave a big sigh, raising a questioning eyebrow at his companion. —You... What's gotten into you? You almost always get more irritated with Alastor around, but this time? Dude, if looks would kill Al I'd be in Superhell by now!

The bartender didn't answer him, he just took a long sip of his drink until he finished it, rests it on the table with a loud thump and Angel could have sworn he heard a slight growl coming from the cat.

—That asshole is planning something, I'm sure, all these outings and his fucking attitudes.... —He gritted his teeth hard, his whole body tense. —And I'm worried about what he might do, if what he's up to won't be something dangerous for all of us. You can never know what that sick bastard is thinking and that's incredibly irritating. —His fingers closed tightly around the bottle, it seemed about to burst into many pieces.

— ... — The prostitute I know falls silent, scratches his chin and crosses his lower arms, thinking, until finally his face lights up and he holds up a finger as a sign of an idea. — What if we went into his room to-

—No.

—Ehhh? But you said you're worried and what better way to find out if he's really planning something evil or something by going through his stuff? It's perfect! 

Husk just massages the bridge of his nose, shit, he's too smiled for this.

—Listen, Alastor has my fucking soul Do you think I can just barge into his room without his permission? You're practically, you're telling me to fucking kill myself. —He spat at Angel, threw the glass bottle in the trash and crossed his arms in his partner's direction.

—But, I can come in! You don't have to do it. —The bartender silenced him with a finger to his lips, which earned him a quizzical look from the spider.

—The answer is still no, I'm not a fucking coward to let you stick your neck out for me, okay? Promise me you won't.

Angel was silent, hesitantly playing with his fingers, his gaze flicking back and forth between the floor and the cat in front of him, until a loud bang on the bar made him curse.

-Shit! Okay, I won't do it, I won't do it Happy? - Husk just nodded at him, pulling another bottle of cheap wine from the bar drawers to continue drinking.

Angel Dust smiled inwardly, he didn't care that the other had forbidden him to follow Al, there were always other ways to tell if the Overlord was planning something bad~.

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The following week Vox was waiting two hours for Alastor in front of the bar after his show, but he didn't show up, neither did he show up on Thursday and on Saturday Vox doesn't know why he didn't wait for him, shit he would wait for him, that motherfucker had stood him up two days in a row, he may have asked him out but really, what the fuck was going through his head not saying the exact day?!

But well, shit, today was Tuesday, he was in a hurry to go home to rest because the next day he had a fucking meeting with Valentino, fuck, just thinking about that already exhausted him, they only try to talk business to then argue, then fight, later have a threesome with one of the pimp's whores and later come to an agreement.

So Vox goes to his dressing room, ready to transform into electricity and travel through the wires, but the noise of a person knocking on the door, when he was about to open the door he did it alone, Alastor entered with firm steps.

—My dear! What happened? —Alastor's smile trembled slightly and you could notice the slight uneasiness in his deer ears.

—Eh... Excuse me? What? —The TV blinked in confusion at his rival, he really didn't understand what the fuck Alastor was up to today.

—Well, you didn't show up on Saturday for our appointment! I was waiting for you until the evening, I wondered if something had happened to you. —Vox immediately bit his tongue to keep from blurting out a scathing response, this idiot.... Did he really think I was going to wait for him all week? Ha, that dick face....

—Uhm... Well, I was waiting for you on Tuesday and Thursday, but you didn't show up, besides, I had important things to do on Saturday and since you didn't specify a day.... That's what happened. — At his answer the other's ears flattened slightly, the TV noticed that immediately, delighting in how his rival's expression became more strained.

—Ha ha! Yes, it may have been a mistake not to have warned you earlier, everything I had planned for that day just got ruined! —The deer tensed up as he shrugged his shoulders, he seemed irritated by the whole situation. —It seems to me that we'll have to change our little outing to another date that we can agree on the right way!

Silence filled the whole place after that.

—... It's not necessary. —Alastor gave a slight gasp, looking at Vox with curiosity and something else, which the Media Lord couldn't make out -Let's go out now. —Vox's grin got bigger and sharper as he said the last.

Valentino could go eat shit tomorrow.

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The Overlord lowered his ears as he walked, flattening them against his face to immediately then force them back up, no, he couldn't show any sign of weakness, not now, not right in front of Roxxane, not right after starting his outing.

He adjusted his grip on his cane, formulating at full speed in his mind a plan that would entertain them both, should he occupy what he had in mind for Friday? Perhaps. But would it be the same? Maybe the same movie wasn't there or the little cafe had run out of those tiny, fancy sandwiches that he was sure went perfectly with his black coffee.

This all would have been so much easier if they'd just gone out on Friday....

Alastor's ears flattened again against his will.

No! He couldn't dwell on such things! What was done was done and now he had to see how to turn the situation to his advantage, he forced them up again, somewhat irritated by these inconveniently expressive bits of hair.

—Dear... —He began, directing his gaze to the face of the TV walking alongside him —Fancy going to the movies? There's a black and white one just down the street, I'm sure it would be a delightful experience —He gave her a charming smile, as he paused to listen to his companion's response.

She kept going a little further, until she finally registered what Alastor had said and turned around to look at him.

—Oh, yeah, sure, sounds like a great idea. —She stood still for a moment and a trio of jumping dots appeared in the corner of her screen and then disappeared and the woman looked ahead —Oh, it's just a few blocks ahead in front of the instrument store, quite close. 

—You're right, dear! Did you already know it? Since you know perfectly well where it is —Her smile turned into a toothless one as she advanced until she was next to the singer.

—Well, not really, but I looked it up on the Internet. —The Overlord cocked his head to the side, he didn't know Roxxane could do such technological things, but he had to have guessed given the brilliant gadget she has for a head. 

—Hhm, I don't really understand this "internet" stuff, but it seems to have the ability to locate things? Will your "internet" be able to find my other monocle? I lost it a few days ago, I just left it on the table and it disappeared! Poof! Gone in the air. —He made an explosion gesture with one hand, enjoying the fact that Roxxane's face turned into a small smile and got a few chuckles from her.

—Puff, don't you know anything about technology, Alastor? That's not how it works. —Her laughter increased a bit, moving her face to the side, preventing the other from seeing her amused expression.

—You are correct my dear, I have no interest in those shiny and noisy trinkets, I don't understand how people can like them, and let's not talk about his Lord! He is truly pathetic! Ha ha —The woman's laughter died down as Alastor spoke until nothing could be heard anymore, they were both silent and that's when the Overlord noticed.

Oh, oh, it seems he said something out of place.

How could he have been wrong to insult modern technology in front of a lady who lives because of it?

It was very rude of him.

His mother would be disappointed.

—Oh... Excuse my rude remark, I didn't realize what I said. —He apologized without true regret, trying to rest his hand on the woman's shoulder, but was immediately rebuffed. —I didn't mean to. —Roxxane turned her screen to look at him, her expression had noticeably soured, her eyes pooped across the floor until she was looking straight at Alastor.

—Okay. It's fine, don't worry. —She grimaced, which Alastor assumed was a smile. —You seem to have a very negative opinion towards technological evolutions? Why? —The woman's voice came out forced and cutting, clearly irritated.

The Radio Demon rubbed his chin, questioning whether he should be totally honest with Roxxane or whether it was better to lie so as not to further offend her.

He decided to go for the latter.

—I just don't really understand it, it's too much for me and the truth is I'm not interested in learning it either, you know, You can't teach an old dog tricks! Ha ha! —The TV's eyes turned sharply on him, scrutinizing him, until she finally looked away, possibly satisfied with his answer.

They walked on quietly, carrying on a trivial conversation as if none of the past tension had happened, finally they stopped in front of the old-fashioned movie theater and Alastor approached the sinner who was attending there.

—Dear employee, do me a favor and give me two! —Leaning on the counter, he raised his hand with two fingers raised. —Tickets for his movie entitled "Night of the Cannibals".

The sinner trembled as he realized who was in front of him, frightened he shook his head.

—I- I'm sorry, we don't have that movie available today. —His voice came out shaky, the boy was practically crying, pathetic, Alastor thought and heard a light chuckle behind him, apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so.

—Oh? No? Are you sure? 

—Y-yes! The next show would be tomorrow morning! 

The Overlord's claws drummed on the counter, he was annoyed, this was not a good start to his outing.

—What other films can you offer me in your cinema, gentleman? —With a big smile on his face he bought two tickets for the nearest movie.

They didn't have to wait long, in only 15 minutes they were sitting in their respective seats waiting for the movie to start.

When it finally started, the couple couldn't have been more disappointed, Alastor had more or less an idea of what the film would be about based on its title and the posters he saw on his way to the theater, but he didn't expect it to be so unpleasant.

It was supposed to be a "romantic comedy", which as a comedy it was horribly cheesy, horribly cliché and horribly boring.

The Overlord was already nodding off after the scene where the protagonist finally discovers that the real killer of her father was always her uncle and not the romantic interest, to get to the climax of the story, where they both kiss in front of the sea, petals fall out of nowhere and everything was nice... until they take off their clothes out of nowhere and start fucking like animals on the sand.

This suddenly awakens the deer who is dumbfounded by the scene, how had this vulgar feature film made it to the big screen? 

Really, they should have been released on Friday.

Even with his mouth open he stares at a point on the horizon, severely questioning whether he should leave the room immediately, the only thing that prevents him from doing so is the presence of the sinner next to him, who eats popcorn snuggled comfortably in her seat, she giggles when the protagonists say something humiliatingly vulgar or when the gentleman shoots his "seed", exaggeratedly in ridiculous and scientifically impossible quantities, all over the place, disgusting.

They would not have seen this barbarity if they had come out on Friday.

And there he stands, staring at the screen not really registering what he's seeing, that is until an empty popcorn pot swings in front of his eyes, he finally closes his mouth and realizes the film is over, thank goodness for all the good stuff, he thought it never would, Alastor just stands up and shakes off the popcorn crumbs that fell on his suit.

If they ad come on Friday, they would have seen the movie he had planned.

—Dear! We should definitely not do this again, ever! —He announces with a smile as they both leave the establishment.

—So... What's next, or is that all you had planned for tonight? —Roxxane just adjusts his furry jacket as he asks the question, raising a digital eyebrow in the direction of his companion. 

—No, no, no, no, we have other stops to make before calling it a night, my dear. —He points his monocle at a small shop nearby that remained open despite the hours. —That cafe over there looks really charming, I was thinking of having a drink after such a horrible film, what do you think?

—Oh, well, actually it wouldn't be bad, I could use a coffee. 

—Splendid! Then it's settled. —They chose a table on the outskirts of the place, small and rather quaint, and as soon as they sat down a waiter arrived to place two cards on the table in front of each of them.

Alastor hummed as he looked over the menu, finally opting for a black coffee and those little sandwiches that had caught his attention, when the waiter returned they both placed their orders and he promised them that they would be ready soon.

—So... -The woman began, looking cautious. -How... How was your day? —She began, with a very typical question, but Alastor could recognize the effort to start a conversation despite how tense the last one had been.

—My day? Humm, it went well, helping out at the hotel here and there, a bit busier than usual. And you, my dear, how was your day? 

—Well, you know, the usual, dealing with work and all this stuff with my show... And you know, since you've been coming for some reason my popularity has increased, now they play my songs every day and a lot more people come to my performances, even if you're there. —She added quietly as he put a spoonful of strawberry cake in her mouth.

—Ha ha, yes, I think that I think that my presence is something that causes the masses to avoid me, but it's a relief that it doesn't affect your work. —I take a sip of his coffee, good, but it could be better. —Would you like to try one of these, my dear? I saw them a while ago and I was craving them.

He slid the plate full of the appetizer in front of Roxxane, who gave him a tentative glance before grabbing one of the sandwiches and giving it a taste, her look changing to a disgusted one as she chewed.

—Ugh, what meat is this, Alastor? —She questioned after swallowing his mouthful and leaving the food on a napkin next to him, discarded.

—I really don't know, let me for a second? —He lifted the lid of one of the sandwiches on his plate and saluted it a mound of meat, chopped nails and something sticky that looked like an eye, mixed with mayonnaise on a bed of lettuce, he closed the roll immediately. -Turkey meat. —He lied, he didn't want to scare his companion, it would be a shame if she panicked during their outing, maybe he would tell her later or maybe not.

—I don't like turkey. —She argued, as she returned to his own plate— I always thought it tasted funny, but it was always there at New Year's dinners, despite my complaints, I couldn't stand it —She continued with his attention fixed on his own food and there the conversation seemed to have died.

When the silence became almost suffocating, Alastor forced himself to keep talking.

—What do you like to do, my dear? I know you like to sing, but I'd love to know more about your other hobbies. —The woman gave him a surprised look and then averted her gaze to the side, her eyes sparkling with something unfamiliar.

—Oh, I didn't expect you to ask me anything..... -She was quiet for a moment, as if she was thinking about what to say: "Well, I like to watch movies a lot, especially detective novels, I also like to dance, of course you must have seen it already, I do it sometimes at the bar, uhm, let's see what else I like.... —She lean her finger against her digital lips, thoughtfully. -—I also like animals, what else.... What else... Ehh, I think that's all. 

Alastor finished his cup of coffee and put the empty porcelain aside, he leaned on the table, getting a little closer to Roxxane.

—I think they are very good hobbies, very interesting, I personally don't care much for animals, I'm more of a people person, you know what I mean, my dear? —Alastor smiles, a calm smile that is not forced, he has his gaze fixed on the screen of the woman who seems a little more animated in spite of everything.

The conversation flowed naturally, they continued talking animatedly about their days or other trivial things, the Overlord's gaze almost never leaves the sinner, it's strange, he feels at ease watching her Is this what the rest of the people see on the screens? This feeling for leaving the mind at ease? He doesn't know and he doesn't care.

This date was not as much of a disaster as I had thought it would be.

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Vox took off his heels and threw them away somewhere in the darkness of his Penthouse, he walked a few more steps until he collapsed on his bed, fuck, his feet were killing him, his dress was killing him, everything about him was killing him.

—Fucking shit. —He groaned settling himself on the bed, he took off his dress on the bed and kicked it to the floor, fuck, he felt bad, ever since he got into that fucking body this afternoon he felt bad, maybe he should just throw it away, turn it into scrap metal so no one could abuse it when it no longer belonged to him.

Thick wires came down from the ceiling and connected with his head, releasing sparks of energy, Vox began to close his eyes wearily, enjoying how the unpleasant feelings disappeared, before his consciousness fell into sleep he activated the electronic lock of his room, with that he fell into his underwear on the sheets, falling asleep.

Two pairs of footsteps were heard outside the entrance of the room, their figures cast shadows under the heavy metal door, one long and one low. They argue about something, until one tries to enter the room, the lock does its job and prevents it, but the person outside tries harder, violently moving the handle, the hand that moves it accelerates its movements, until a moment comes when the material can't keep up and it breaks between the long fingers.

—You're an idiot, you're not physically incapable of controlling yourself, how the fuck could you break the handle? —The woman moved, jabbing an accusing finger at the other's chest. —If you see it's not open, we'll wait until tomorrow, but now Vox is going to be pissed, even if it's not that big of a deal, you know how he loves being a drama queen as much as you do.

—Honey, come on, I didn't mean to, you know I don't, it's just that I can't stand this anymore, I can't stand that my... —The insect moved his eyes towards his partner's irritated face— .... Our Voxxy, keep lying to us, okay? It was just a little mistake, mi muñequita~

—You'll be the one having this conversation with him, not me, got it? 

—Like glass, sweetie~ —Her dulcet tone elicited a slight grimace of displeasure from the Overlord, who turned and headed for the exit of the Penthouse, the taller one following close behind.

—Now, let's get the fuck out of here.