#tvdemon

(Vox x OC!)

Requested by my bestie @earth-angel17 ❤️

WARNING: mild swear words.

🎶"He'd be powerless without the other Vees!"🎶

Sickening lyrics sung by THAT of the Radio Demon. At the time, Vox could've cared less what Alastor sang, due to being blinded by rage from Alastor's UNWANTED sudden arrival after seven years.

Little did Vox know that those so-called lyrics, were rather a fucking prediction.

Because in reality...Vox really was powerless without the other Vees.

...

"YOU'RE FUCKING REPLACING ME?!" Vox screamed, his face contorting into a screen of blurry static. "You can't do that to me! I'm the TV DEMON for a reason you piece of shit! Hell would be NOTHING without me!"

"Quit your yelling ya baby," Velvette rolled her eyes in annoyance, one hand holding her phone as she addresses Vox with her attention spilt in two between the flat headed prince and her socials.

"You should've seen it coming you know," she remarked bitterly, one leg crossing over the other. "Your little obsession with Alastor has gone too far, which in the end means you're jeopardizing everything we are!"

Vox glared, his hands balled into tightly clenched fists as he growled. "I'm the one operating all of Hell's electronics! You can't find someone better then me!"

"We can, and we have." She sets her phone down, "so be a big boy and just accept it."

...

And just like that, everything Vox had worked tirelessy for...was gone, snatched from his palms before he could stop it.

It was like Velvette said...he did let his obsession to destroy Alastor jeopardize things. But still...he had everything under control!

He was right there at the very top! Respected, admired, feared, wanted, had a shit ton of a money to boot, his own place at the studio.

And yet here he sits, in the middle of a small basement in a less admirable section of Hell, with a few TV screens surrounded him, all revealing video footage of Hell and it's demons simply passing by the unseen surveillance cameras Vox stashed at every corner, watching as some younger CEO punk control and play with all of Vox's toys.

It isn't Voxtech if Vox isn't the one controlling it! How could this demon steal not only his entire life's work, but also the rights to the company name and motto?!

With his hands pressed under his chin, he stares at the footage on the screen for what seems like hours, spying to see what everyone is doing when he isn't there to monitor or correct things.

Already, it feels like everything is falling to shit. But then again, its his jealousy talking. Deep down, though he's not one to like the truth, Voxtech is booming still.

Without it's rightful owner.

A heavy sigh escapes Vox's lips as his hands go to cover his face, before he hears the familiar footsteps belonging to a girl walking down the basement steps.

She stands on the last step, crossing her arms as she speaks. "Are you gonna sit and stew in your mancave all night again?"

Vox glares. "It's not a mancave," he growls under his breath, "it's my office!"

She scoffs a little, stepping forward with her arms still crossed over her chest. "Well offices are meant for work, not for sitting and sulking like you've been doing for the past week."

Vox drags his claws down his face. "Will you not pester me for one damn second Angie?! I'm trying to think!"

She sighs. "Why don't you think upstairs where it's not so dusty, it's not healthy sitting down here in this place where there isn't light."

He sits further forward on the cramped table that holds all his screens and computer, his hands extending to type on the keyboard. "You know you're supposed to be my girlfriend, not my mom."

Angie pinches the bridge of her nose, before casting aside a strand of her long purple air behind her ear, adjusting her glasses.

Every damn time she tries to talk or even reason with this demon, he always bites back, refusing to let her help him.

This bastard will never admit to being vulnerable or needing help.

But she still wants to try, despite always knowing the outcome of trying to reach through to him.

"Vox can't you just talk to me?"

"Why?" He turns a cold shoulder, "all we do is just argue."

"Because you're not being open with me," she remarks matter-of-factly, placing a tender hand on his tense shoulder. She feels his body stiffen even more from the subtle touch, so in a reassuring manner, she squeezes lightly.

"You are right, I'm supposed to be your girlfriend," she turns his chair, "and being your girlfriend means I can help you. So please...just talk to me."

Talk...Vox wants to scoff, to tell her that he doesn't need the stupid pity, or those useless empty words of comfort that serve to help for three seconds.

Yet that stubborn look in her eyes goes to prove that she's dead set on getting him to talk, to share the weight he's carrying all on his own.

That simple look of compassion, determination, and a sprinkle of stubbornness is enough to get Vox to finally cave. His shoulders slump forward, dropping his gaze to the floor as he mutters.

"It's just not fair Angie...I worked so hard to get where I was, I poured my sweat, blood, and tears for that company, for those two...only for them to let me go like that, without even second guessing..."

He sighs, quickly spinning away so that his back faces Angie. An action he does whenever he feels like he's about to break down. "I just... don't feel needed anymore," he whispers faintly, so faintly she has to strain to her.

Yet the words lingered in the air between them, Angie's eyes widening at the sight of the demon she never expected to see so...vulnerable. It doesn't seem like Vox--the prideful, egotistical, emotional Vox she's always known and seen.

This is the side of him Hell demanded he keep to himself if he wants to thrive. The side of him no one else besides her is able to see.

She wraps her arms around him, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze as she replies.

"Just because you aren't with the other Vees, or the owner of Voxtech anymore...you're still needed."

He scoffs. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not," she replies, "I may not show it all the time but...I need you, just as much as you need me," she smiles when she sees Vox's red eyes widen.

His reactions are always so priceless, she wish she had a camera to take a picture.

"Besides," Angie continues with a gentle touch on his chin, "I always thought those two were holding you back," she wiggle her eyebrows, hoping to get a smile or even a small chuckle from Vox.

At to her satisfaction, Vox chuckles, shaking his head in mild amusement as his hand reaches up to cup her face, brushing his thumb along the curve of her cheek.

"Took you long enough to admit you need me sugar," he smirks mischievously.

Angie rolls her eyes. "Of course that's the only part of my speech you actually caught," she shakes her head, "but above all, you don't need Voxtech, you don't need the Vees... you're still Vox, and you have the ability to take charge of your own empire without the help of those wanting favors in return."

Vox smiles, feeling touched as he places a kiss on her forehead.

"I don't deserve you..."

"No, you don't," she remarks, laughing at his sour glare. "But I'm still here because in all honesty, where would you be without me there to add some fun in your life?"

"Definitely not here now," he replies, sweeping her off her feet effortlessly, holding her bridal style with a cheeky grin. "And where would you be without your knight in armor?"

She rolls her eyes again. "Not having to deal with your tantrums?"

Vox laughs. "You know you love me."

"Do I know that?" She feigns confusion, before smiling, "yes, yes I do."

He smirks, tossing her over his shoulder as he walks forward. "I'll make it to the top again, and once I do, you'll be right beside me.

"As your assistant?"

"No," he smirks, "as my Queen."

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