Plotted starter for @cervidae-demon !
"He's waking up."
Valentino's voice. Then Velvette's, as she joined him in muffled laughter.
Vox shot them a withering glare from where he sat on the edge of the bed (which Alastor was chained to)— Vox had fetched the other Overlord after the battle, having found the Radio Demon unconscious from his wound after fleeing to his tower.
The goal was to keep the deer prisoner in the penthouse, nurse him back to health... and then deliver the crushing weight of revenge. Perhaps it was rash, foolhardy, and the Vees would have been better off just popping him with an Angelic bullet while he was still down, but there would be no gratification in that. It was too easy.
Vox wanted Alastor to fear it coming, feel the sting of his own loss. He wanted something he'd be able to gloat over for centuries to come.
As the stag continued to stir, Vox spun back around and made a few shooing hand gestures at his friends so they'd back up. They were just as happy to see Alastor fall as Vox was, but this was his moment.
He was the guy who was leading this thing.
"Good morning, Al," greeted Vox with a rehearsed smile and counterfeit hospitality. He leaned in and grabbed onto one of the chains-- the one around Alastor's neck. They didn't want him going anywhere. "... Or should I say evening? It's been a few days since the last time you were awake. Yeah, yeah— without me, you wouldn't even be alive. Lucky you."
