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‘I’m going to make you wish I’d stayed gone.’ 

Vox grits his teeth, he has to get the upper hand on Alastor. The bastard already had a one up on him, by teaming up with the princess of fucking Hell. How would he even top that? He couldn’t go to Lucifer himself, he doubts the man would turn on the Radio Demon, not when it means he’d be turning against his own daughter. 

“If only that bitch had never come here this shit wouldn’t be happening,” Vox hisses. 

He pauses, his screen lighting up with a lightbulb as an idea occurs to him. If Alastor had never come to hell then he wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. He stands from his chair and strides over to the door, throwing them open he hears Valentino hiss out a curse as he barely dodges out of the way. 

“What the fuck!?” 

“Sorry–I just had an idea to rid us of that fucking prick once and for all, do you know how to get ahold of Zestiel?” Vox asks as he continues his stride down the hallway. 

The sound of Val’s heels clicking behind him is the only answer he gets, Vox growls and glances back. 

“VaL-.” He hisses. 

“I don’t fucking know, Carmilla would be the best to ask about the old freak. Why do you even want to meet with him in the first place? I gave you a way to get rid of the radio bitch, why do you need to see them?” 

Vox swings around, a part of him hates the way Valentino flinches away from the sudden movement, but he can’t afford to worry about that right now. 

“I used what you gave me seven fucking years ago! He’s back and fucking pissed that I nearly killed him! Why the fuck do you think he’s been gone for seven years!?” 

Valentino blinks in surprise, “Then how–.” 

“I don’t fucking know!” Vox explodes, “I don’t f-fucking know. I thought for sure the shot to the damn heart would end him! I don’t know if the fucker made some type of deal, but if he did I need to get the upper hand. You saw what happened, even after seven years the motherfucker still has some form of damn clout over these idiot sinners.” 

He can’t let Alastor gain the upper hand he just can’t, damn it this was the new status quo, this was going to be the V’s era in Hell! There wasn’t going to be a goddamn reboot where the Radio Demon rules the airwaves and streets!

“Voxxie, just breathe. Before you go doing something stupid and possibly reckless, let's try to handle the bitch ourselves.” 

Vox frowns, “How do you propose we handle it then? Hm? Use your little whore as a spy? I know Alastor better than anyone and he won’t let someone like Angel get near him.” 

A grumble leaves the TV demon’s mouth when the overgrown moth slings his arm around his neck. 

“I was thinking of someone with a bit more sssstyle~.” 

Vox blinks and looks up at Val, the pimps gold tooth twinkling in the light of his screen. He mimics the pimps smirk as he lets out a laugh. 

“Ya know what? I think you’re right.” 

“Sssir Pentious reporting for duty!” 

Vox struggles to hold back his laughter, the snake demon was a pain in the V’s ass, but maybe he can be useful just this once. 

“At ease Sir Loser,” Velvette starts, “We just need you to snoop a little on Voxxie’s old pal, Alastor.” 

At the mention of the Radio Demon, Sir Pentious loses his confident edge. His hood deflates as he avoids eye-contact with the V’s. 

“I don’t know if that will be a good idea.” 

“And why is that, hm? Don’t you want to impress us? Finally be acknowledged by us,” Valentino says as he blows a puff of smoke in the snake's face. 

Pentious coughs and waves the smoke away, hissing slightly as he glares at the three overlords. 

“Of course! I just recently had a mishap with Alastor.” 

He shows them the little piece of fabric he managed to snag from the tails of his suit jacket. This time Vox can’t help but laugh at the snake demon, does he really think that just because he tore Alastor’s suit that that means anything? 

“O-Oh boy, and here I thought you actually got a real piece of him! Wow, you must be really proud of this little trophy of yours,” Vox teases as he plucks the piece of fabric from Pentious’s hand. 

“I-I am!” Sir Pentious exclaims as he takes the fabric back, “He made a fool of me lasst week! So getting even just the little snag of him shows that I have ssome potential!” 

“Oh! It definitely does snake babe, but if you really want to show us your potential you’ll infiltrate that pathetic hotel and find out just what the deer is up to,” Valentino purrs as he takes a drag from his cigarette. 

Sir Pentious bites his lip, he’s finally getting recognized by the three overlords, something he’s craved for years, but after his second encounter with Alastor he isn’t sure he wants to cross the radio again so soon. 

“You’re overthinking it, Pen! Look, it’ll be easy! You just get in there, the princess if naive enough to believe your quest for redemption and none of those morons will go against her,” Vox explains as he straps a video watch to the snakes wrist and placing a camera in his other hand, “You just need to take this camera in there and set it up where no one will find it. You accomplish that and maybe just maybe I’ll advertise your inventions on the next Vox Tech announcement!” 

Pen looks down at the watch and back up at the TV overlord. 

“Really?” 

“R-Really! Think about it, with your inventions on my screens nobody would ever try to step up to you again!” 

Vox watches patiently as the snake mulls the idea over in his head, he can already tell he’s won with the “promise” of promoting the idiot's inventions on Vox Tech. 

“Okay, I’ll do it. I swear on the life of my egg boys that I shall not fail you three!” 

“That’s the spirit!” Velvette exclaims, “Now, get outta here and get us into that hotel!” 

The three V’s watch as Sir Pentious slithers his way out of the tower, they wait for the door to fully shut before bursting out in laughter. 

“Do you really think he’s going to achieve this, Vox?” 

“My dear, if he manages it then I just might actually advertise his shitty inventions on Vox Tech just to show him a form of gratitude.” 

An hour passed and Vox honestly has hope that the idiot snake will actually pull this gig off. He takes a sip from his mug relishing in the taste of his coffee before the sound of Pentious’ voice causes him to do a noteworthy spit take. 

“Ah abort!! Abort S.O.S!! Agent Pentious in need of an immediate evacuation!!” 

Vox could feel himself trying to short circuit, of course this idiot couldn’t do one simple job. 

“Pentious? Wait you were, caught?” Vox lets out an incredulous laugh, “It hasn’t even been a day!” 

“Please!” Sir Pentious pleads, “you’ve got to get me out of here!” 

Is he really that stupid? 

“I can’t believe we thought you could handle even something  this simple! Hey, do us a favor,” Vox gets closer to the screen, “If they don’t kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable FAILURE!” 

He ends the transmission, slinging his mug into the wall as he does with a frustrated scream. How could he have been so stupid to think that an imbecile would even be able to do one simple job! 

The sound of static fills the room as the screen comes back to life. Vox swings around to face it, his teeth bared. 

“What!?” 

“You’ll have to try harder than that next time, old pal.” 

Vox screams his frustration as Alastor’s laughter echoes around him. He digs his claws into the metal of his control panel, the feeling of a power outage nags at the back of his head but he doesn’t care right now. 

“There has to be another way,” Vox growls as he drags his claws down. 

There has to be another way and he was going to find it even if it kills him. 

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