I have a cute(?) little comic idea for past radiostatic/radiosilence
(You can interpret it however)
It’s basically Vincent finally changing his name to Vox and him telling Alastor about it ^^ (because he wants to look cool)
Vincent/Vox: Alastor! There you are! I was wondering where you ran off to…what are you doing?
Alastor: (digesting a corpse) Having Lunch~! Care for a bite? The fear in this meat is extra juicy this time of year!
Vincent/Vox: (coils back in slight disinterest) Ew. No. I prefer my food actually cooked, I don’t want to work for a crunch if you know what I mean. (He laughs awkwardly before composing himself) Anyway! I thought that since we’ve known each other for almost a year, I thought it’ll be time to tell you something.
Alastor: (he momentarily stood eating the random sinner, his never wavering smile turning more upward as he looked at Vox with an expression that one could call “amusement”) Go On, Vincent! Don’t keep me waiting! (He says that like he’s on his radio show, the charm but also the intensity of a ticking clock)
Vincent/Vox: Well (he steps closer again) People in hell like to claim a new sense of identity. Which I suppose makes sense. You get…a new body, a new “home”, a new future! So, I’ve been considering this for a few months and I think I finally have something that I can stick with for the rest of my afterlife.
Alastor: (just smiling, meat juice seeping from his gums)
Vincent/Vox: Back on earth, a few months before I died. I went by “Vox” Vox, of course meaning “Voice or The Voice in Latin” People always called me “their voice” something that you can always rely on! I want to take that into hell with me. I want to be hells voice! I want to be the demon that sinners can rely on. (He says that with a more sinister tone) Like you! So, my new unofficial but official identity is “Vox”! Pretty cool, right? It’s fitting for me, huh!? (He starts to get excited)
Alastor: My, My! What a presentation! (He claps slowly) Yknow, people in hell just change themselves in a blink of an eye. But you? You just say it, out loud. Very entertaining, Vox! (Alastor finishes his sentence, his tone unclear, but Vox assumed he was liking it)
Vox: Eh! Force of habit! (He shakes it off) Being on TV 24/7, you’re used to being more…public. More used to just talking about things. More used of doing the razzle dazzle! I’m telling you now, Alastor! One day…I’ll get back up there. Metaphorically, of course!
Alastor: Hm! Time will tell! Now, if you don’t mind if a gentleman can finish eating his meal? (He points back to the eaten sinner)
Vox: Ha. Sure. I have a reservation, anyway! I’ll see you around! (Vox leaves while Alastor looks back, it was difficult to tell if he thought Voxs whole thing was kinda over the top or not, but he looked entertained. That was enough for Alastor to be sastified.
