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Well Vox certainly didn’t disappoint in timing! Alastor was on his knees, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he debated all the ways he should have been able to take down his nemesis with ease- though having his hands bound behind his back and his magic failing to respond didn’t help matters at all. Vox was currently fiddling with what appeared to be a camera while the deer struggled not to forget how to breathe. Oh, it would be so easy for the overlord to press a gun against his head.
“Done! Alright, now smile for the camera, Al!” Vox sneered, shoving the black box in his face. A flash left spots dancing across his vision for a moment as the tv-head stepped back. A few more seconds and he was looking up, able to see the familiar face popping up on Vox’s screen.
“So, what do you think? Too much?” Vox huffed as Alastor took in his own picture on the screen- he's certainly looked better before. Blood was trickling from his nose, reddening his wobbly smile, and contrasting the purplish bruises marring his eye. Usually immaculate hair was in disarray, almost hiding the portion of his antler that’d been snapped off. The deer opened his mouth to tell Vox exactly what he thought of his picture, but a ragged cough cut him off, and oh wonderful now there was blood dripping down his chin as well.
“No,” Vox sighed, his face glitching back to his screen with a vicious sneer, “I can get a better picture for your friends than that!” Alastor grit his teeth, ears twitching lower as the overlord strode closer, burying a hand in his hair and yanking his head back until a gasp of pain escaped. Eyes squeezed shut, he could still see the flash of light as Vox took another photo and released his head a second later. This picture conveyed his vulnerability much more than the first and Alastor hated it.
“See, that one’s so much better! I think it’ll give them a clear idea of how easily I could beat the Hell out of you if they don’t give me what I want...I think they care about you too much,” The tv-head laughed, tossing the camera to his desk as he leaned back against it. “Really, did the Princess think this would stay quiet for long? I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, I think I’d notice if my nemesis popped up again after I put a bullet in his skull. And I’ll gladly do it again if I have to...It’s rather rewarding seeing the late great, Radio Demon, bleeding and bruised at my feet.”
Alastor’s hands were trembling behind his back, despite the ferocity in his eyes as he watched Vox send the picture to Charlie and the others at the Hotel. The deer wanted so badly to gut this demon, but it would seem things were out of his hands at the moment...His ears went even lower, eyes sliding closed in a mixture of exhaustion and defeat. He was all too happily reminded of why he hated modern technology in the first place.
