#hhsf

The elevator ride was blissfully short - thank fuck it was fast. You’d rather die again than have to deal with the slow ass elevators you remembered from life. But your escape couldn’t be that easy. 

The tell-tale sound of electricity crackled behind you as soon as you reached the lobby of the building. You ignored it and kept moving. Every single sinner in the room averted their eyes from you, giving you a wide berth. No one fucked with you, especially not with Vox on your tail. The cyan maniac terrified everyone here and you were given the same treatment. “Where the FUCK do you with you’re going?” Vox demanded, grabbing your arm and spinning you to face him. His cold stare pierced through you and if you were anyone else, maybe you’d be scared. But you’d seen this man at his weakest and you knew too much. Someone in the distance gasped and that made Vox’s eyes snap towards them. “GET BACK TO WORK,” he snarled and everyone around the two of you scattered like mice. Part of your pride stung at how you used to be one of them. 

Vox, never taking anything but his needs into account, tugged you into the electricity network with him before the two of you reappeared in his office. You yanked your arm away from him, ignoring the tingling sensation that lingered in your skin. Fuck him for transporting you that way; he knew you hated it but did it anyway. 

The TV demon tried to loom over you, using his greater height to cow you into backing down, but you weren’t having it. “I’m leaving,” you answered to his previous question. “I’m done with this and you.” 

“You can’t leave me, I made you. You were nothing before me!” Vox hissed, taking another step towards you, hypnotic eye widening. You turned your head away with a scoff before long cyan claws grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him. “Sure, I was nothing. Now I’m something and you can’t stop me,” you reached up and pried his fingers off your face. “I don’t need you.” 

Those words seemed to shock him for a moment before you saw his temper flare - a small glitch in his screen gave it away as you kept twisting the proverbial knife deeper. You had to - if you didn’t end this now, it would never end. “You’ve helped me, made me realize who I really am - but I would have done that without you. So you can go back to crying over Alastor, fucking Valentino until you feel like a man, grasp for power that’s still out of your reach. I won’t be here to pick up the pieces.” You turned your back on him - a dangerous mood but you knew exactly what pieces you played. 

You started to walk away again in the silence that followed. But then you heard him. Broken, sad, needy - just how he always acted behind closed doors. “D-don’t you want me? Baby? After all we’ve been through?”

“No, Vox. Not anymore.”

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Your vision slowly faded back in from black. Every muscle in your body screamed in agony. Colorful blurs began to take shape as you tried to focus on what was happening to you. Brown and red mixed above you against an inky background. You forced your eyes to focus. Alastor, beautiful Alastor, stood over you with a hunting knife that dripped with blood. His lips and teeth seemed to glow red with some vicious liquid as he grinned down at you maniacally. It hurt as you tried to open your mouth. He shushed you by placing a red tinged finger over your lips. His warmth seemed to drain yours away.

“Such a pretty little thing, all broken for me,” he cooed at you. Staring up at him, you tried to remember what happened before this. Fog clouded your memory and he smiled down at you, vicious and sweet at the same time. “You aren’t like my usuals, darling. But that’s what you get for walking alone at night when there’s a serial killer on the loose.” He leaned in close to you, his breath warm against your cold lips. “I bet you never expected to die so young, so beautiful. But here we are.” 

Pain lit your nerves on fire as Alastor did something out of your line of sight to you. You couldn’t move, just staring up at the night sky. Stars twinkled at you, mocking you silently. Alastor’s face appeared in your line of vision again, still smiling, still just as beautiful as always. “You’re losing a lot of blood, darling. I don’t imagine you’ll last much longer,” he commented, waving his hunting knife absently in one hand. It shone, even in the low light of the night. You took a deep, shaky breath. “Oh? Do you have something to say to me, little listener?” 

“You’re… beautiful… like… this…” You whispered, not expecting him to hear you. But, you supposed he did. His eyebrows raised, confusion plain on his face. His smile faltered just a bit and you wished you had enough energy to reach up and touch his cheek. “Smile… for…me?” 

Your vision dimmed for a minute - was this it? Was this how you died? You made yourself smile, knowing how important it was to Alastor. How often has he told you that you’re never fully dressed without a smile? But then, you frowned as his smile faltered more, the smile barely present. “How can you say that, cher? Now, of all times…” His admonishment shouldn’t make you feel warmer but you couldn’t help it. You tried to laugh but it sounded strained, even to you. More of a gurgle, really. Coldness nipped at your extremities. “Al? You’re lovely,” you praised, blinking up at him. “A true swell fella… I’m sorry I made you do this.” 

A long pause followed before you felt warmth on your cheek. His hand was placed on your face, thumb brushing against your nose. “I’m nothing like that… but you’ll be in Heaven soon, cher. Just close your eyes, it’ll all be okay.” You smiled up at him, hoping he could see the adoration in your eyes. “I love you, you know.” The words came out as a small whisper. Those pesky spots began to cover Alastor’s face. It didn’t matter - you’d always remember his sweet hazel eyes, perfectly styled curls, and beautiful tan skin. “I’m sorry this is how I have to leave you.”