part 1 , part 2, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

tw: murder :0, weird touchy old man, manipulation

It's been a few hours since Vincent had left you. You placed the tray where he said, and have been sitting there playing with the shackles ever since. The house has been quiet, until you hear the front door open.

Loud, charismatic voices that sound like 'did you do it?' and 'yes, very clean as well' fill the air, and your body tenses. You've been worrying over and over again, what is this 'job' they want you to do? Do they want you to kill people too? No, no surely they know you could never do that. Are their intentions, darker? Is that why they're keeping you in this room with only a bed? Your thoughts begin to worsen when suddenly the door opens.

Your eyes snap up, finding both Vincent and Al standing there, looking at you. Al chuckles before stepping into the room. Similar to what Vincent did before, he kneels in front of you. His hand reaches out, waiting for you to grab it. You give it to him, expecting a handshake, but instead he takes it and kisses it gently.

"My name is Alastor, my dear. Pleasure to meet you formally. If only it were under different circumstances."

You tense as he returns your hand, and Vincent leans against the doorframe.

"You put your tray where I told you to. That's good, very good."

Alastor chuckles again, before standing.

"I'm sure you'd like to know what this job is that we've inquired you about, yes?"

You nod, before a disappointed sigh tenses you.

"Words, honey. We talked about this."

"Y-yes, I want to know."

"Well, I'm sure you understand the nature of our work by now. Dear Vincent here stars in the picture shows and news, whilst I lead in radio. But of course, there is a darker side of business which you, stumbled upon."

You bring your knees to your chest, hugging them as your eyes drift from the darker man to the sharper one. Alastor crouches in front of you again, his dark eyes bright as he looks into yours.

"You, my dear, are going to be our little test subject, something akin to bait." He lets the words settle, watching you as you contemplate them.

"B-bait?"

"Yes. Perfectly safe, as we'll be there to watch you. Just a little girl to bring in all the men we wish to end."

You shudder, the thought of being dragged into their treacherous plans, to be responsible for the murder of someone. You can't, no, this cannot happen.

Vincent senses your panic, and he kneels to place his hands on your shoulders, brows furrowing when they tense automatically.

"These, men, of whom we wish to end, do not deserve your empathy. They contain more evil than us, and you'll come to realise that." You notice the darkening in his eyes as he says those last words.

"Who knows, you might even find it a little fun." Alastor chuckles, "Maybe you will wish to wield the knife one day."

That pushes you further, and you let out a sob as you start to cry.

"N-no, I, I can't, I won't, d-do that. I'm not going to k-kill anyone."

Vincent bristles and stands, as Alastor wipes your tears.

"There there, it is not all bad, darling girl. To kill someone is not to terrorise them, it is to bring them mercy. Please, let yourself breathe."

Vincent watches with a blank gaze, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes flicker to the empty tray of food, before he speaks, his tone stoic and slow.

"Every person, every parasite, you help us destroy, you will gain one privilege. Whether it be something for your room, or perhaps, to take those shackles off, we will give it to you. But for that to happen, you must obey us."

He lifts the tray of food, holding it pointedly.

"This? This food is a privilege. We could throw in cans everyday if we wanted to, but no, we decided to give you a nice, warm meal. It can stay that way if you listen to us."

You sniffle, shivering again. Vincent still hadn't brought you new clothes.

"W-when do you want me to, to d-do it?"

Vincent gives you a once over, before he speaks.

"Tonight. You do it, and we'll get you some warmer clothes."

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Before you left the house, Alastor helped you into one of his coats. Now you were walking down the street, around 10 or 11 at night. Alastor was on your left, Vincent on your right. Both their hands were around your wrists, pinning you between them discretely. Your wide eyes looked around, looking at all the passing people, but you didn't dare to speak.

Vincent had made sure to show you his freshly sharpened knife before you left, holding it in front of your face as a warning.

The breeze left you shivering, your cheeks turning slightly red. Alastor hummed a happy tune as he walked, bowing at ladies in large dresses. Vincent's grip on your wrist was a little tighter, and the way his scowling eyes looked around displayed his unease.

They lead you up to the door of a bar, stopping just short of it. Their grip ends as Alastor holds your shoulders, leaning down slightly as he talks sweetly.

"Now for the test. All we need if for you to go in there and wait until some big, handsome man notices a pretty little lady like you all alone. Let him buy you a drink, drink it if you'd like, but do not speak at all of our little arrangement. Vincent and I will be there, watching, so if you ever feel uncomfortable, just send us a look."

"When you are sure you've got his attention, ask if he will walk you home. We'll follow you out, and you will guide him down the street of which we came. We will take care of him after that." Vincent says, eyes intense as he looks down at you.

You swallow, body tense. "W-what if I mess it up, what if he knows?"

"Don't worry sweetheart, your job is very simple. Any man shall follow you if you let him."

"Off you go, and remember, this knife can work both for you, or against you."

You nod, before you turn and walk into the bar. Looking around, your face flushes. The place is littered with men, most older than you, as well as barely dressed women who curl around them. Did they mean to lead you here? To a place that would freak you out? You sigh, taking a deep breath as you approach the bar and sit at one of the empty stools.

You barely get to breathe again before a man approaches. His eyes are dazed and you can smell the whiskey off his breath, drunk. He takes his time working his gaze over your body, seemingly irritated.

"Hey there, sugar. Wanna me to take your coat for you?"

You shake your head, smiling as sweetly as you can. "No thank you, I-I'm quite cold." He sits down next to you, hand knocking on the bar for the bartender.

"Well, let me get you a drink. Wine?" You nod. The man orders, his voice rough and impolite as he gets you a wine and himself a beer.

"So, where you from?"

You hear the door open from behind you and tense, knowing that it's Vincent and Alastor. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

"I live around here. M-my house is just down the road, actually."

"Really? You gotta husband?"

You giggle softly, keeping up the sweet act. "No, no I live alone."

He smiles at this. You almost smile back, before his hand reaches out and grabs your thigh. "Well, don't you know it's dangerous for a young woman like you to live alone?" His hand travels higher, his face like a predator. "I mean, it's bad around these parts. Anyone could break in."

You try to ignore his touch, but it's so rough and scary. You try to shift away, but he keeps his hand there. You laugh nervously.

"Well, y-you might be right about that."

"How about you let me protect ya, just for tonight. My wife won't know." You try to hide your disgust, masking it with gratitude.

"Really? Y-you'd do that?"

"Sure, for a small price." You shiver at his intentions, but know this is what Vincent and Alastor wanted. You slowly stand, facing him.

"W-well, how would you like to walk me home?" The man's eyes widen, seemingly shocked at your facade of reciprocation.

"Sure, yes of course." He slams a few coins on the counter, before standing. You take him by the arm and head for the door. In the corner, you catch Vincent's eye contact. His eyes are dark, and you shiver. Alastor is already standing, shrugging his coat on.

You open the door and lead the man outside, back on the street you came from. "J-just this way."

The man stands up tall, cockiness emanating from him. He pretends to lead you down the street whilst he drunkenly talks about his 'stupid' wife. A few minutes down the road, where there is now no one around, your head turns to look behind you. Sure enough, Vincent and Alastor are following. Their steps a quiet despite being only ten metres away. A gasp is forced out of you as the man suddenly pins you against the wall, his hand undoing your Alastor's coat.

"Fuck, you've been teasing me. You're a whore, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll fuck you good."

Your eyes widen, and you try to shove him off. "I-I'm not, g-get off me!" But his hand reaches up to shut you up, muffling your sounds as he reaches for your pants.

Before he can, hands reach around to grab his neck and pull him back. Alastor laughs at him as the man falls to the ground. He kicks his stomach, leaving you to gasp as you do the coat back up frantically.

"Pathetic, pathetic little boy. Trying to pick up a girl half your age? Seriously, that cock must be bone dry."

You swallow as Alastor drags the man into the nearby alleyway, hands trembling. Vincent stalks over to you, looking you in the eye as he lifts your chin, the movement emotionless and sharp.

"You okay? He hurt you?"

You shake your head, forgetting.

"Words, honey. Give me some words." His voice softens instantly, eyes looking deep into yours. You try to ignore what he calls you as you respond.

"I-I'm fine, just a little scared."

He sighs, before a scream is heard. You gasp, and he grabs your wrist roughly, his persona back to normal, guiding you back to the house.

🌈⛈️ He wants her forgiveness~ Xx

Is there a ship name for Vincent x Charlie?

Art by hadai on bluesky. Not mine! Full post here👇

AN: We've picked up the pace!

CW: Breeding, culty stuff under domestic bliss

Summary: Vox was focused on expanding his following. His reach was spreading far and wide but now it was time for him to look at spreading it in a new direction. He had to secure his legacy...

The house was quiet except for the low hum of the television in the next room. The broadcast had ended hours ago, but Vox had left the screen on. It’s faint glow painted the walls in shades of ghostly gray. You’d grown used to it.

~"I'll show you F A I L U R E"~

this is basically a companion piece to my old, old human alastor 'that's the tea' piece. (hype that i got the hair shape right)

when your demons are so obsessed with each other they can’t contain it to one timeline. quick doodle to help with the way this fic has possessed my brain

The TV head is honestly at least 50% of Vox's attractiveness, but I wanted to try my hand at a redraw with his human form and I think it came out okay! Even with the silhouette in hand I think I still may be trying to make human!Vox prettier than he will end up being, but this was what felt right. Of course I had to leave a little bit of interest, hence the still-glowing eyes.

Vox's TV head allows him to be far more expressive and I prefer it, but this version is growing on me. I wonder which one he prefers, or if his thoughts on that changed over the years he spent in Hell?