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Vox Headcanons — when he has a crush on you

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• The media Overlord falls for you because you’re different. Unpredictable. Not easy. A challenge. And Vox loves nothing more than something he can’t immediately control.

• Vox is the last one to realize it’s a crush. To him, it feels like strategic interest. Until suddenly, it isn’t anymore.

• He invents reasons to see you. Business meetings that aren’t necessary. “Accidental” encounters that are anything but accidental.

• Vox stops really listening to others when you’re in the room. Valentino talks, Velvette plans — but his attention belongs only to you.

• He becomes territorial without noticing it. Someone flirts with you? Suddenly that person has technical problems. Permanently.

• Your social media activity is uncomfortably familiar to him. He knows what you’re doing before you post it. He calls it market research — or protection. It’s probably stalking.

• When you smile at him, he forgets what he was about to say for a second. His screen freezes. Just briefly. But it happens.

• He buys things you mentioned. Casually. Weeks later. “Had it lying around” — a lie. He searched for it just to see you again. Just to see that beautiful smile on your lips.

• Vox gets jealous over the stupidest things. Your favorite café. The show you watch without him. Anything that gets your time instead of him. He’d love to destroy every screen you own so you’d only ever look at his.

• He dreams about you. Even during the day. Vox imagines the most romantic things he wants to do with you. Of course, he’d never admit it.

• When you say his name, he stops. Completely. As if he needs to preserve the moment before he can continue.

• Vox invents problems that only you can solve. Just to have an excuse to ask for your help.

• He gets nervous when you look at him directly. Too much eye contact and his circuits overheat. Literally.

• Your opinion suddenly matters more than before. In decisions that should belong only to him. “What would you do?” — a question he asks no one. Except you.

• He saves every message from you. Reads them again. Analyzes every word, every emoji, every period. Overinterprets everything.

• Vox becomes generous. Only with you. Favors without expecting anything in return. Gifts without a reason. He hates how transparent it is — but he loves your smile and your joy.

• When you’re hurt, he turns cold. Not toward you — toward the world. Someone made you cry? He finds out who and uses his power as an Overlord to put them back in their place.

• He imagines what it would be like to wake up next to you and have you be the first thing he sees.

• Vox practices conversations with you. In his head. Simulates scenarios. Calculates the perfect response so nothing goes wrong. And then forgets everything when you’re actually standing in front of him.

• He gets softer when you’re alone together. The mask slips. Just a little. Just for you.

• Your perfume lingers in his memory. He smells it even when you’ve been gone for a while. It drives him insane.

• Vox hates uncertainty. But with you? With you, he knows nothing. And somehow, that’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to him.

• He deletes photos of himself he doesn’t like before you could see them. As if your opinion matters more than his own.

• When you’re sick, he shows up. Unannounced. With everything you might need. “I was in the area anyway” — another lie. He always brings you a shark plushie too, smelling like his perfume so you won’t forget him.

• He watches you laugh with others and wonders if you’d ever laugh like that with him. Really laugh. Without caution.

• Vox becomes possessive over things connected to you. Your favorite spot? Your favorite food? Somehow it belongs to him too now. At least in his head.

• He hates it when you cry. It makes him feel powerless. For someone like him, that’s the worst thing imaginable. He’d do anything to make it stop.

• Your absence is noticeable. Rooms feel emptier. As if you took the color with you when you left.

• He talks to Valentino about you. Tries to sound casual. Fails miserably. Val just grins — he knows exactly what’s going on.

• Vox imagines kissing you. Constantly. In the middle of meetings. While working. It annoys him how badly he wants it.

• When you compliment him, he plays it cool. Inside? Fireworks. Complete system reset. He’ll never forget it.

• He wants to be your first. In everything. First choice. First thought in the morning. First person you call. It eats him alive that he isn’t.

• Vox carries things you forgot. A pen. A lighter. Little things. He doesn’t give them back. Trophies of his closeness to you.

• He would never call it “being in love.” But when you leave, it feels like a system error.

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Hello everyone!

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Vox as your Boyfriend - Headcanon's

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• His Screen Glows When you sleep, he unconsciously dims all nearby screens – including his own. As if he’s guarding you, even from himself.

• Small Touches He hates being vulnerable, yet sometimes his hand finds yours – no plan, no motive. Just because it feels right.

• Everything Remembered Vox notices the way you drink your coffee, the side of the bed you prefer, the temperature that makes you comfortable. Details he never speaks of – but never forgets.

• Subtle Affection “I love you” rarely passes his lips. Instead, he shows it in a faint smile, a hand on your waist, or silently watching over you.

• Protective Instinct He ensures your safety – often before danger even reaches your awareness.

• Controlled Power Play Vox takes the lead in the relationship, not to control you, but as a dance of trust and dominance. If you lead briefly, he welcomes it – he knows your strength.

• Sharp Humor Sarcasm, subtlety, dark wit – his signature. He teases you when you’re serious for no reason, sometimes testing, sometimes simply for amusement.

• Secret Gestures A favorite snack you once mentioned, a song he plays only for you, a message you understand later – these quiet acts are his language of care.

• Emotional Intimacy Through Action Words aren’t his way. Protection, attention, shared secrets – these speak louder. Yet for you, he whispers those three magic words, again and again.

• Jealousy Possessive, subtle. Anyone who crosses your boundaries will feel it immediately. But your closest friends remain safe – even if their name is Alastor, which tests him more than he admits.

• Surprising Tenderness Behind closed doors, the cold, calculating figure becomes gentle, attentive, almost tender.

• Long-Term Commitment Every gesture, visible or hidden, is made for both of you. You are everything his cold heart needs.

• Absolute Loyalty Once he claims his affection, he protects you relentlessly, no matter the threat.

• Unobtrusive Attention He notices the smallest changes in your mood, gestures, or ideas, often anticipating your next interest before you do.

• Physical Closeness as a Signal A hand on your shoulder, a touch to your hair, a finger tracing yours – more expressive than words.

• Subtle Tests He observes your reactions, testing your trust – never cruel, always intriguing. This sometimes btings both of you in awkward situations.

• Possessive but Charming He asserts quietly that you’re his: lingering touches, subtle dominance, kisses that stay too long without demand.

• Uncompromising Decisions When it’s about you both, he decides swiftly, rationally, often before you notice.

• Unexpected Gifts He gives what you need before you ask – a pet, a surprise, something perfect. A horse? A stable is built. A fish? Shok.Wav’s aquarium is ready - they'll become best friend. Trust.

• Slow Opening Trust unlocks him. Vulnerability blooms in intensity, not quantity.

• His Way of Arguing He rarely raises his voice. Calm, precise words carry weight. Yet when pushed, he can erupt like Alastor – something he deeply wishes to avoid.

• Special Rituals Shared dinners, secret code words, tiny traditions – these tie him to you, quietly sacred.

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I don't need you - Chapter 7 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel

Note: He killed her once — and still can’t let her go. In Hell, love is a weapon — and Vox has never learned how to let go. A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubus. No character is fully innocent. That is the point.

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CW: depictions of violence, graphic injury/death, blood, manipulation/mind control, power imbalance, possessive behavior, emotional distress, and non-consensual experimentation.

Word Count:~2.4k

Tabel of content | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |

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POV: Y/N

For breakfast, I met up with Valentino.

He had woken me up in the middle of the night yesterday—overstimulated, euphoric, completely high on sex and success—to tell me that Vox had been wild in bed. Half asleep, I had only given him a thumbs-up and rolled over.

But the moth pulled me back. “We have to have breakfast together tomorrow, babygirl.”

So now I was waiting here. Down in front of the Tower. The morning sun burned down on Pentagram City.

“Good morning~” Valentino sang and walked toward me. His stride was confident, his grin victorious.

“Sleep well?” I grinned amusedly and slipped my phone into my purse.

“Oh yes.” He beamed. “I’m so ready for breakfast, babygirl.”

Laughing, I got into the waiting car. Valentino followed, theatrically dropping into his seat.

“I have no idea what it’s like when two men have sex.” I looked at him, examined his outfit. Red. Fur. Pure pimp aesthetic. “But I know what Vox likes in women. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you which of those things also apply to men.”

“Oh, I don’t need that.” Valentino laughed, lighting a cigarette. Pink smoke filled the car. “My sex-pedia is exceptional.”

“Got another one?” I gestured at the pack.

Valentino reached into his pocket and tossed it to me. I took a cigarette. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, babygirl.” His gold tooth flashed.

I lit my cigarette with a small electric spark. Inhaled. Smoke filled my lungs, nicotine flooded my body. Unlike Valentino’s, my cigarette burned gold.

“Where are we going? A specific place?”

“Yes.” Valentino’s grin widened. “It’s very expensive. Very popular.”

It was impossible to miss how pleased he was. The fact that I had turned Vox on so much that he slept with Valentino. That I had given myself to Valentino—at least on the surface.

But I knew: Vox would come.

He would get me.

Sooner or later.

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When we arrived at the café, we got out.

Everyone immediately stared at us. They backed away from Valentino—fear, respect. With me, it was whispering. Curiosity. Who is she?

We sat down at a table outside.

“Let me call a bodyguard if we’re sitting out here.” I pulled out my phone and texted Balduin.

Less than five minutes later, he was standing in front of me.

“Oh, that was fast.” Valentino leaned back, resting his head on his hands. “Are you that fast in bed too?”

Balduin blushed. Looked away.

“How shy,” Valentino breathed. “Cute.”

A waiter brought us the menus.

I skimmed mine, then grinned wickedly at Valentino. “I have a soul deal with Vox. He takes care of my well-being as long as I stay at your Tower. So he can pay for today too, right?”

“No, bitch.” Valentino’s eyes sparkled. “I use my own money. We work together, but I’m not dependent.”

My eyes lit up. “I like that.”

I checked him out. Slowly. Deliberately.

“Hey, what’s that look for, sister?” He flirted back.

I laughed. He laughed with me.

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Valentino ordered coffee and a breakfast set. I ordered the same—just with tea.

“Ugh.” Valentino suddenly looked to the side.

I followed his gaze. “What is it?”

“That bitch.” His voice dripped with disdain. “I can’t stand her. Look at her.”

I looked. A sinner. Loud. Too loud. Her voice cut through the entire café. Her outfit was… questionable.

It didn’t bother me much. But the volume? That was too much.

I stood up. Walked over to the sinner.

“Excuse me.” My smile was gentle. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re currently entertaining the entire place.”

She tried to protest.

I kissed my fingers and pressed them to her lips. Small golden hearts fluttered from my lashes. My eyes glowed pink.

“All right. I understand.” Her voice immediately became quieter. Tame.

I walked back with a sway in my hips and sat down.

“She won’t be that loud anymore as long as I’m here.”

Valentino looked at me. Interested. Curious. “Do you have the same abilities as Vox?”

He ate his scrambled eggs.

“Similar.” I took a sip of tea. “But they’re not as strong as his. I don’t even fully understand it myself… I can hypnotize people. And make them fall in love with me, but I think that comes from the succubus part.”

Valentino didn’t quite get it. “And what does that have to do with the electricity you also just happen to control?”

Uneasily, I hid behind my cup and drank. “Well… Vox and I worked together.” I hesitated. “Maybe that made us more alike than we’d like. In Hell.” I grinned. “Well, at least I look hotter than him.”

“Period,” Valentino immediately agreed.

My cheeks flushed slightly.

We talked. About our lives before. When we died. How we died.

And we talked shit about Vox.

It was a welcome change. Someone who understood. Who also suffered under Vox’s control.

When we paid—me having a few slices of cake packed up for Hopps—and headed for the car, Valentino nudged me with his hip.

“How about you come to my studio today?” He grinned playfully. “That’d definitely be fun. You’re no succubus if you don’t enjoy that kind of thing.”

“I’d love to.” I got into the car. “But I currently have a project running. Definitely, once I have time.” I looked at him. “Will you be at the opening?”

“What’s it about?” Valentino sat down next to me.

“A charity project.” I leaned back. “I’m developing a property that brings sinners and hellborn from the margins of society back in. Most of them are children or teenagers who took their own lives and don’t know what to do now.”

Valentino looked at me dismissively.

Of course. He wasn’t a benefactor.

“It helps VoxTek’s image,” I added quickly. “And provides you all with new employees.”

That caught his interest. His face brightened.

“Of course I’ll be there for the opening.” He grinned. “Just say the word when you need some distraction, babygirl.”

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Back at the Tower, Valentino and I giggled the entire time. We made fun of people. Of sinners. Of the absurd outfits in Pentagram City.

“What’s with the good mood?” Vox’s voice.

We turned around.

“Oh, nothing.” I grinned innocently.

Vox looked at me, rolling his eyes. Annoyed. “I’ve been looking for you all day. I’m getting hundreds of emails waiting for your reply.” He grabbed my shoulders. “Where were you?”

“I was with Valentino—”

“Call me Val,” the moth interrupted.

A light blush spread across my cheeks. I smiled. “I was having breakfast with Val.”

“It’s 12 PM!” Vox let go of me. His voice crackled slightly.

I crossed my arms, holding the cake box tightly. “Oh yeah? I don’t care.” My voice sharpened. “You didn’t care what I did either, back then.”

A small shock spread across Vox’s face.

I turned away. Waved cheerfully at Val.

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In my office, I found a desperate Hopps. Balduin immediately sat down at his post.

“I’m here. Sorry.” I placed the box on the desk. “Here, a few slices of cake. Take a break, my dear.”

The little rabbit couldn’t see what I put on the table.

I conjured a small staircase for her.

Quickly, I opened the screens Vox lent me. Put on my headset. Worked through all the emails. Negotiated. Discussed. Corrected.

At the end, I sent out an email with the blueprints for every building.

When I was done, I checked the time.

So late already?

Yawning tiredly, I ate the last piece of cake.

“Thank you for your help.” I smiled at Hopps.

“My pleasure, Miss.” She beamed.

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Later, I lay on the couch. In pajamas. A towel wrapped around my head like a turban. A face mask on my face.

On the table: tomato-mozzarella and tea.

I was watching a romantic comedy. Enjoying the peace.

“What are you watching?”

I startled. “Shit, Vox!”

I looked at him, confused. “What are you doing here?”

The TV sat down next to me. “Looking for you.” His voice was calm. Almost gentle. “I need you for research purposes. The scientist is already waiting for us.” He leaned back into the couch. “So take that thing off your face and come with me.”

Suspiciously, I studied him.

“You don’t exactly seem like it’s urgent.”

He didn’t comment, just watched the episode with me until the end.

When the ads started, he stood up. “Come on. Now.”

I just ate my snacks that I had stashed under the couch.

“Y/N.” He grumbled.

“What for anyway? I’m tired.” I made myself comfortable on the couch.

“I want to know what this ring myth is about.” He walked to my wardrobe and tossed clothes at me. Black-and-white checkered pants. White shirt. Coat. Socks. Boots.

“Get dressed.”

Rolling my eyes, I stood up.

Undresse myself.

Vox stared at me. From top to bottom. His screen flickered slightly—just a second, but I saw it. His eyes followed every movement. How my fingers slid the fabric over my hips. How the shirt passed over my head.

I knew that look. Hungry. Possessive.

But he said nothing. Didn’t move. Just stood there like a statue.

Professional.

“Never seen anything like it?” I pulled on the pants he’d thrown me.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Before, he would have pressed me against the wall by now. Or made a comment. Or something.

But now? Nothing.

Just that look.

Knowing him, he’d already captured me from every angle anyway.

The thought made me shiver inside. Not from fear. From… something else.

I buttoned the shirt. Slower than necessary.

His screen flickered again.

Finally, I removed the mask from my face.

“You don’t need makeup. It’s night.”

He walked ahead. I followed.

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Outside stood a small sinner. He looked like an anglerfish.

“Pleasure to meet you. Baxter’s the name.”

“Y/N.” We shook hands.

Together, we drove to the border of Pentagram City.

“So tell me, how did you get there?” Baxter scribbled on a notepad.

“Well, I just flew.” I shrugged.

I felt Vox’s gaze on me. Again, he checked me out.

Nervously, I played with my fingers.

At the border, we got out.

“All right, please cross the boundary for us.” Baxter held his pen ready.

I stepped over the supposed border.

Nothing happened.

Baxter hurriedly wrote everything down.

“Okay. Now to the test subject.”

Vox opened the trunk.

A hypnotized sinner stepped out. Her eyes glassy. Empty.

My stomach tightened.

“Walk to Y/N,” Vox commanded.

The sinner walked toward me. Mechanical. Like a puppet.

I stared at Vox in disbelief. Then at the sinner.

Just as she crossed the boundary—

She exploded.

Blood. Organs. Bones. Everywhere.

Over me. Over the ground. Over Baxter, who quickly backed away.

I stood there. Motionless.

My hand trembled.

Blood ran down me. Warm. Sticky.

No. No, no, no. This goes against everything I’ve become!

I looked at Vox.

He stepped back. Regret in his eyes. He wanted to get out of there—he knew what would happen if I got angry.

“VOX!” My voice tore itself apart. A ringing tinnitus echoed through the air.

Intimidated, Vox hid behind the car.

I grabbed his collar, yanked him toward me. “You—”

Golden smoke rose around me. My eyes glowed. My body grew.

“I’m sorry?” His voice was unsure—but laughing. He dropped to his knees.

Baxter wrote everything down.

“You’re very interesting,” he observed me. “I’d need a few DNA samples from you. If you’re clean.”

My gaze snapped back to Vox.

“I had just finished my routine!” I ground my teeth.

My body kept growing. I was taller than him now.

“Hey. Calm down, my love.” Vox raised his hands. His charm wouldn’t save him now.

Baxter kept taking notes.

I realized what I was doing. The power pouring out of me.

I calmed myself. Forced it.

My body shrank. I was smaller than him again.

“Give me your jacket.” My voice was flat.

Without a word, he handed it to me.

I stripped off my blood-soaked clothes. Stood there in my underwear.

Both men stared at me.

Vox’s screen glowed blue. His hands clenched into fists. I could see the rage threatening to take over. He breathed deeper. More controlled.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

Professional.

Damn professional.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Before, he would’ve sent Baxter away immediately. Pulled me into his arms. Or at least made one of his damn fucking comments.

But Vox is a stalker type. He already have seen me nacked. Every corner, every curve I have to offer.

That thought should have made me angry.

Instead, my skin tingled.

Vox looked at Baxter. His eyes glowed intensely. “You’ve never seen her naked.”

His voice was rough. Deeper than usual.

I put on the jacket. It barely covered my ass.

I tied my hair up.

“Let’s go home.” I got into the car. I am so done for today.

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Back at the Tower, I immediately jumped into the shower.

Once again, I started from the beginning. The whole routine. Shampoo. Conditioner. Body scrub.

But I was so tired that the warm water lulled me to sleep.

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POV: Vox

Wondering why Y/N wasn’t coming out of the bathroom, I went inside.

And there she was.

Asleep. In the shower.

Some shampoo still clung to her hair.

My heart tightened.

Carefully, I took the showerhead and washed her hair. She’d always been a deep sleeper. Even now, with water running over her face, she didn’t stir.

When I was done, I turned off the water.

I took a towel. Dried her off. Everywhere.

It was strange. Intimate. Touching between her thighs again. Seeing her so exposed. Running my hands over her breasts. Pulling her against me.

I touched her wings too. Bony. Leathered. The tips sharp. She could kill someone with her wings alone.

In the end, I wrapped her hair into a turban.

She used to tease me for not knowing how to do that.

Secretly, I had learned it. But the situation never came up again.

Until now.

Showered and dried, I carried her to my bed. Laid her down gently. Covered her.

When she wakes up tomorrow, there’ll already be enough chaos. Just because we slept in the same bed.

I teleported to her room. Picked up her pajamas from earlier. Her phone.

Back in my room, I plugged her phone into a charging cable coming from my bed.

Gently, I dressed her in her pajamas.

I looked at her, in love.

My golden treasure.

You’ll bring me many things yet. Problems. Chaos. But also… everything else.

I’ll be able to handle it.

Sleepiness crept over me too. I went to the bathroom. Brushed my teeth. Cleaned up her mess.

I don’t know why I fell in love with her. Or when.

I only know that it’s been over 70 years.

Ready for bed, I undressed down to my boxers and lay down beside her.

Her turban had come loose.

I decided to remove the towel.

With a cable, I pulled a self-warming pillow from under the bed. Placed it under her head so her hair would dry faster.

I placed a second one on her stomach.

Y/N immediately cuddled up to it.

The sight was unbelievably cute.

I saved it.

Lay on my back. Stored the moment in my vast library of her.

Since she’s been here, the library has grown faster.

Unexpectedly, my queen crawled toward me. Dug her sharp fingernails into my gills.

It hurt like hell.

I barely managed to suppress a scream and pulled her hand away.

She did not like that. Crawled halfway on top of me.

My heart beat faster.

Carefully, I wrapped an arm around her.

Enjoyed it. My queen. So close to me.

I turned my screen off.

Curled up against her.

Forever, I thought. You belong to me forever.

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Autors Note:

Hey everybody! I, as always, hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Let me know what do you think about this. Would you like the story in 3 different series or as a whole (it could be soooo long when I put everything together I guess. I have so many ideas for this serie it is incredible!)

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I don't need you - Chapter 5 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel

NOTES: This fic explores a deadly power game, obsession, loss of bodily autonomy, manipulation etc. A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubus. No character is fully innocent. That is the point.

Please take care while reading 🖤🎞️

CW: implied sexual content, power imbalance, manipulation / hypnosis, violence (non-graphic), emotional dependency, Hellaverse themes

WORD COUNT: ~1.6k

Tabel of content I Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |

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POV: Y/N

Upset, I stomped through the streets toward the industrial district. I had hidden the credit card safely — after seeing the balance, it wasn’t a good idea to show it around in public. I wore yesterday’s coat again. The sinners around me laughed after me. I think once I get back to the Tower, I’ll have to listen to quite a lot from Vox.

As inconspicuously as possible, I walked into the run-down villa.

“Kids?” I called out. “I’m home.”

Small eyes looked at me. “Mom!” the youngest cried and ran into my arms. My heart softened. Some of the older ones had stayed behind — already adults. “Hey,” I said. But they looked at me disdainfully.

Then she appeared. My daughter.

I had found her back then as a foundling. She is Hellborn. A succubus like me. Someone had literally thrown her into the trash.

“Where were you?” Alva asked. By now she is in her early twenties. Many who were older than her are already dead — by angels, or they built a life in another ring of Hell.

“I made a deal with Vox. We know each other from life.”

The room immediately went silent. I looked at Alva. She wasn’t proud at all.

“I entered this deal for you. You were all so brave!” My voice almost broke. “By living and working with him, VoxTech supports your lives. So that you’ll be okay.”

Skepticism spread everywhere.

“Why?” Alva asked me.

With a heavy heart, I sighed. “I don’t know. I only know that it improves your lives. Let me make it right, so you can finally get out of here.”

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I walked through the villa and grabbed a few things. Alva followed me.

“Mom. I can’t believe you’re giving yourself to him for us.”

“Please watch over everyone for now.” I stuffed clothes randomly into a bag. “I’ll find a place for you where you’ll be safe.”

Alva leaned annoyed against the doorframe. Her gaze burned into my back. She would never forgive me if this goes wrong.

“Do it for our big plan,” I whispered and kissed her forehead.

She said nothing. That was worse than any accusation.

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With a bag in my hand and the certainty that Alva will take care of things, I walked back to the Vee Tower. There, I placed my bag with personal belongings next to the bed, let myself fall into it, and searched for properties.

In Uptown, quite a lot was available — nobody wanted to live near that hotel and the weird princess. It’s a good place. If I befriend them, then the King will protect my children.

That is, of course, just a dream.

But the princess will do it. So I arranged an appointment with the realtor.

Just as I opened the door, Vox appeared in front of me. His screen glowed in that muted blue he always had when he was relaxed.

“You could also just use a limo. Then you don’t have to walk — or use your wings…”

His hand lifted, hesitant, almost gentle. Then his fingertips touched the edges of my wings. I froze. The touch was light, almost reverent — as if he had forgotten that he was allowed to do that.

“Yeah sure, then I’ll just get shot down,” I pressed out. My voice sounded more brittle than intended.

The demon started to laugh, but it didn’t sound mocking. “What? You’re not in the Doomsday District here.” His hand wandered from my wings to my shoulder. “Besides, you’re under my protection.”

His eye started to hypnotize again — but this time it felt different. Not like control. More like an invitation.

“Whatever.” I walked past him, but my skin still tingled where he had touched me. Damn it.

“I saw that you picked a property.” His voice came from behind me, closer than expected. “Due to the large donation, VoxTek would be interested in seeing what happens with the money.”

His hands settled on my shoulders — warm, firm. Too familiar.

He was right. You should never keep sponsors in the dark.

“Fine. Come with me,” I gave in, trying to ignore the heat in my neck.

“Great!” Too much joy in his voice. As if this were more than business.

────୨ৎ────

Together we got into one of the limousines and drove to the place in question. It was a large area with many houses. Some inhabited, others uninhabited.

Vox sat next to me and was, as always, absorbed in his work. The distance between us was minimal — our thighs almost touched.

“You know, the inhabited houses should be checked. Just so we don’t help someone who doesn’t need it.”

I leaned against his shoulder to find out what he was actually doing. He smelled like the ocean — somehow familiar. Why does this feel so natural?

“If you want, you can personally kick them out.”

His shoulder stiffened under my weight. Then he abruptly closed all tabs and turned his head — too close. His screen was only centimeters from my face.

“A good idea, my love.” His voice had become quieter. “I’ll gladly give them a kick in the ass.”

I slid off his shoulder, but he followed the movement. His hand found mine.

A bad boy.

────୨ৎ────

Upon arriving, I looked down at a small gnome. He was openly looking up my skirt.

“Hey, have some shame,” I snapped at him and covered myself.

Vox’s mood immediately tipped. He went crazy again, grabbed the gnome by the collar and lifted him up. His screen flickered dangerously. “Don’t play games here, my friend.”

The gnome fell back to the ground roughly. “I-I’m sorry,” he coughed.

I gave Vox a sideways glance. “This pussy has already been seen by quite a few,” I said dryly.

“Yeah. On your rotting body.” His left eye glitched wildly, but then — very briefly — he looked at me. Did he really just say that?

The gnome looked up at us uncertainly. Without hesitation, I grabbed his soul and tinted it into a mix of purple and green — carefree and cheerful.

“Show us what you have to offer,” I smiled down at him when he was in the right mood.

────୨ৎ────

We walked a few meters, and the gnome explained various conditions of the houses. Meanwhile, Vox and I discussed things. It was like before — frighteningly familiar.

We planned that there should be a large main building where administration and other activities can take place. Many houses where people live together. A kind of park. And one building meant to serve as a school and activity house.

“The lines need to be completely renewed,” Vox said, tapping on his tablet. “I know someone. Can take care of it.”

“You always know someone.”

“One of the advantages of being an Overlord.” He glanced at me. “Or of knowing you.”

I ignored that. “Is it doable? Really?”

Vox stopped. Turned toward me. His screen tilted slightly — as if he were really looking at me, not just scanning.

“All right. Then it’s a done deal.” His voice softened. “You’ll get your project, Y/N.”

Something in my chest tightened. Why is he doing this?

“Credit card,” he demanded.

“Uh…” I scratched the back of my head.

“What? You didn’t lose it!?” Vox looked at me, horrified.

“No. I just… put it away well?” I looked away embarrassed.

“Where is it?” Vox pressed. Then it clicked. His screen darkened. “Y/N,” he growled dangerously — but with an undertone I couldn’t place. “Take it out.”

Vox quickly activated his cameras to check if someone was watching. He gave me a thumbs-up, and I pulled the card out of my boobs.

Then I looked at the gnome and hypnotized him. “You forget what you saw.”

His eyes turned pink and he nodded.

I took out the card and handed it to Vox. Our fingers touched — longer than necessary.

“Gross,” the Overlord giggeld to tease me, but he didn’t let go of my hand.

“What? Hard times, hard measures.” I smiled.

“You are…” He shook his head, almost amused. “Incredible.”

Is that a compliment?

The gnome came back to himself. “We’d be ready to pay,” Vox grinned, finally letting go of my hand.

────୨ৎ────

In the car, I sat down and looked at my phone, where I had saved my plan.

“So when do you start kicking people out?” I asked.

“Already working on it, my love.” Vox handed me the card back — but held onto it when I reached for it. “Y/N.”

I looked up. His screen glowed softly.

“You don’t have to do everything alone.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I do.”

He let go of the card. “Stubborn as always.”

“You used to love that.”

“I still do.”

The words hung between us. I turned away and stared out the window.

────୨ৎ────

Back at the Tower, after some practice time, I created a 3D model of my plans. It looked good. My goal is to reach a different target group than Vox’s. He mainly focuses on sinners — I will focus on the Hellborn. They need a lot of help, since they arrive last but make up the majority of Hell.

I moved the 3D hologram onto my desk. My stomach growled, and tiredly, I closed my eyes.

────୨ৎ────

In the middle of the night, I woke up. My phone told me so. In front of me stood a vase with flowers — red roses.

A note was attached to the vase: “Call me if you’re hungry. – V”

My heart stumbled. He remembers. Everything.

Confused, I looked at the flowers. Sleepily, I yawned and looked around my room.

“Vox?” I asked drowsily.

Of course, he didn’t come the first time. I have to beg.

“Vox,” I said again and moved toward the wardrobe.

Just one night. Just one in a bed.

Fit as ever, Vox appeared. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he grinned — but his gaze lingered on me. On my messy hair, my sleepy face.

Sleepily, I took sweatpants and a sweater out of the wardrobe. “Do you ever sleep?” I asked.

The TV demon laughed. “I need very little sleep.” He came closer. “And you look… good. Like this.”

“Like what?” I turned around.

“Real.”

Fluffy socks, new underwear — I think I have everything. Carefully, I set my jewelry aside.

“So what can I do for you?” Vox asked and ran his fingers through my hair. His touch was slow, almost tender.

“You’re too close,” I grumbled — but I didn’t step back.

“I can do whatever I want,” the demon grinned, but his voice had grown quieter. His hand stayed in my hair.

Unfortunately, he was right. But i have his soul too.

“I’m hungry,” I whispered.

His hand slid from my hair to my cheek. “Then let me take care of you.”

I walked to my bed and threw the clothes onto it. Vox smiled — but he didn’t look triumphant. More… satisfied.

He disappeared. I used the opportunity to change.

I was just about to fall asleep again when Vox appeared next to me. “Here.”

Sleepily, I looked at the tablet. On it was simple bread with a selection of toppings and a cup of tea — exactly how I liked it.

He knows me too well. Shit.

“Thank you,” I breathed softly. My stomach growled.

Vox smirked slightly. I prepared my bread and started eating.

“You’re really putting your all into this, huh?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, closer than necessary.

Why is he kind sometimes and then an asshole again?

“Mm,” I just muttered. He won’t get to hear my plans. He won’t like them.

Vox just looked at me — not calculating. Just… there.

“What’s there to grin so stupidly about?” I asked.

The demon rolled his eyes. “If you want, I can take you to my tamed sharks,” he said, and a faint blue shimmer spread across his screen.

I froze. “You really never forgot that I love animals.”

“I have never forgotten anything.”

His hand found mine — just resting there. Heavy. Warm.

Vox looked at our hands as if he were surprised himself. A soft clicking of his claws could be heard.

“What you told me back then. In that moment, it didn’t matter to me, but…” He swallowed. “Something changed since death separated us and you wanted to keep your distance from me.”

He looked up — and his gaze was so open, so vulnerable, that I forgot to breathe.

“I don’t want you to distance yourself from me again, Y/N.”

My heart stumbled, raced, stopped.

“Okay. Out. Enough for today.”

I stood up — far too fast — and pushed him out the door. My hands were shaking.

I knew he could teleport anywhere. So it was only symbolic. But I had to see him leave.

“A thank you would have been enough,” he said — his voice softer than expected. Almost hurt.

I was hot. I didn’t know what to do with myself — or with him. So I slammed the door shut.

My forehead rested against the wood. My breathing came too fast.

Shit. Did that really just happen?

POV: Vox

I saw your blush, even if it’s hard because of your pink skin.

It touched you and confused you, my love.

Your breathing. The trembling of your hands. The way you couldn’t look at me.

I licked my lips.

You run. But not much longer.

Soon you will be mine.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪

Autors Note:

Hey there. This chapter is for putting things in place for later. Hope you liked it!

Chapter 6 is on it's way!

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I don't need you - Chapter 4 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel

NOTES: This fic explores a deadly power game, obsession, loss of bodily autonomy, manipulation etc. A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubis. No character is fully innocent. That is the point.

Please take care while reading 🖤🎞️

CW: Manipulation • Power Imbalance • Emotional Abuse • Trauma & Flashbacks • Implied Non-Consensual Control • Sexual Tension • Body Autonomy Issues • Hellaverse Setting

WORD COUNT: ~ 1.8k

Tabel of content | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

POV: Vox

I looked at my statistics with satisfaction. The numbers were stable.

Valentino circled my desk, smoking, elegant as always. He sat down on the edge of it.

“So you actually caught the little thing,” he said, grinning at the screen that showed Y/N in her room. She stood by the window, small and lost inside the space I had prepared for her.

“That raises a question for me…” Val leaned forward, his grin widening. “Who you’re more obsessed with.”

“What?” Heat rose inside me. Not the pleasant kind.

“Well.” He shrugged, letting smoke slip between his teeth. “Alastor. Me. And that little sexy thing right there.”

He pointed at the screen. At her.

I bared my teeth. Automatically. Primitive.

My favorite shark swam past, indifferent to the rage building inside me.

“Val. Shut. the fuck. up.”

He laughed. Stood and Came closer.

“It’s fine, Voxy. I just hope we share. She’s really—”

I snapped.

I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him down toward me. My screens flickered, signals cracking through the room like whip lashes.

“VAL!”

His eyes widened. Just for a second.

“Alright, alright.” He raised his hands, smiling crookedly. “Got it.”

Then he left, hips swaying.

My head pounded. The interference still vibrated through my circuits, humming painfully beneath my skull.

I took a deep breath.

Focus on the numbers. The statistics. The control.

But my gaze drifted back to the screen.

Y/N was sitting on the floor now. Curled in on herself. Wings pulled tightly against her body.

Something inside me clenched.

“It’s alright, my pretty thing,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. “You’ll adjust soon enough.”

I know you. Better than you think.

To be safe, I stood up and walked to the vault. Handprint. Saliva scan. Password.

The door slid open.

Inside were secrets no one should ever see. Contracts. Souls. Power. None of it mattered right now.

I opened the smaller vault within.

It was still there.

POV: Y/N

I woke up with aching wings. My back was stiff, my face sticky with dried tears I would never admit to.

Enough.

I got up and went to the wardrobe. Picked out my clothes. Black lace-up heels wrapping around my calves. A black asymmetrical skirt. A white ruffled blouse with wide sleeves. A suit vest. Fishnet tights. White bra. White panties.

I tucked everything under my arm and marched through this damn tower.

“VOX!”

My voice echoed through the halls. Employees scattered, eyes wide.

Good. Let them be afraid. One day, you’ll worship me for resisting.

“VOX!”

I tightened my grip on my phone. My knuckles turned white.

“Where are you—”

Electricity shot through me like lightning. Pain exploded in my palm. I screamed, dropped the phone—

Blue sparks.

Then he was there.

“What?” Vox caught my phone without looking. His voice was bored—but his screen flickered. Just for a moment.

“Why are you screaming like that?”

I stared at him. Hated how tall he was. How he looked down at me like I was a stubborn child.

“Bad service, asshole.”

I shoved my clothes into his arms. He almost stumbled. Almost.

“Are you insane?” He pushed the clothes back at me.

Good. Game rejected.

I turned and spotted a sinner—hellhound-like, nervous, perfect.

“You. Come here.”

He obeyed. Of course he did. Everyone does.

“Carry this.” I handed him my clothes. The hound nodded hastily, holding them like something sacred.

Vox grinned. Pleased with my little power play.

“And you…” I stepped closer, tapped his chest—hard. Accusing. “…you’re going to show me a bathroom. One where you’re not watching me.”

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

“You’re in the wrong place for that my Love .”

─────୨ৎ─────

His bathroom was… typical Vox. Clean. Minimalistic. Self-obsessed.

“I want my own,” I said as I took my clothes back from the sinner. “Thank you.” I smiled sweetly.

The sinner vanished.

Vox watched him go. His gaze was… cold. Almost jealous?

“You can forget that.”

“Tsk.”

I flicked my hair into his face, nudged him with my wing, and walked into the bathroom. I felt his eyes on my back.

“Am I supposed to just use your stuff?” I looked over my shoulder, provocative.

Provoking.

He grinned and walked to a cabinet, opening it.

“I am prepared for you.”

The shelves were full—shower products, makeup, everything.

A lump formed in my throat.

He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, then disappeared. Into one of the cameras.

I locked the door and leaned against it.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

So why were my hands shaking?

I searched the bathroom for cameras. Found three. Covered them with towels. Hid my phone in a cabinet.

Then—finally alone—I undressed.

The dress fell to the floor like shed skin. Barefoot on cold tiles, I exhaled and closed my eyes. It felt grounding.

I removed my jewelry. Wings. Ears. Horns. Piece by piece, until I felt lighter.

The shower was too hot. On purpose.

I need to feel alive.

I stood under the water and let it wash my thoughts away. My face. The markings. The memories.

Poisoning. He poisoned me.

I washed my hair slowly, thoroughly. Washed my body. My wings separately—otherwise I’d get too cold.

When I stepped out, my skin was red from the heat. I dried myself with one of his towels. Dark blue, almost black, with his logo on it.

Of course.

Naked, towel wrapped around my hair, I faced the mirror. The markings at the corners of my mouth were back. I touched them. Felt nothing. But I knew what they meant.

Who Vox really is.

Body lotion. Tweezing brows. Filing nails. Drying my hair.

I got dressed.

Piece by piece, I became myself again. Not the shaking thing on the floor. Not the woman hiding.

Makeup. Silver eyeshadow on pink skin. Red lips—not too dark.

I kissed my reflection. Imaginary. Ironic.

Look at me. I’m perfect.

Then I grabbed the basket with Velvette’s old clothes and left the bathroom.

─────୨ৎ─────

It took me ten minutes of aimless wandering and an interactive map to find Velvette’s office—another reminder of how much I loved technology.

I heard screams behind the door. I knocked anyway.

No answer.

So I entered.

“Oh look. Vox’s love toy.” Velvette stood in front of a line of terrified models.

“I brought your things back,” I said politely, setting down the basket.

“Thanks for—”

“They’re out of fashion. Get them out of my sight.” She didn’t even look up from her phone.

I bit my lip and looked at the models.

Their eyes were full of fear.

Like mine, once.

No.

“Hey, my sweet sugar dolls,” I smiled warmly. Velvette looked up.

“I think things would run a lot smoother if you weren’t so scared.”

I opened my arms.

“Should I help you?”

Silence.

Then I reached for their souls. Felt them between my fingers—bright and fragile. They led back to Velvette.

“HEY! What are you—”

“Wait.”

I held the connection. Cut Velvette off. Just for a moment.

“Trust her.”

Vox’s voice came from a screen. His face appeared, watching me.

A test.

I took a deep breath. Turned the souls gold. Hummed softly. Calmed them. Calmed myself.

“I release you from your suffering.”

The color shifted to green.

I let go.

The model smiled. The fear was gone.

Vox’s face vanished.

Velvette stared at me.

“Wow.”

Silence.

Then the social media Overlord grinned.

“That makes things a lot easier for me.”

She snapped her fingers. Suddenly I wore red horn jewelry and matching earrings. She showed me my reflection on her phone.

The markings were gone.

“You know we could remove them permanently, right?” Her voice softened. Almost… caring. “Your whole body could use an update,” she added sharply.

I smiled back. Just as sharp.

“I’ll think about it.”

Then I grabbed the basket and left.

─────୨ৎ─────

Back in my room, I wrote ideas on a VoxTek tablet. Plans for my souls. Charity work. Things that belonged to me before he owned me.

I needed to talk to Vox.

Finding his office took three attempts and one annoyed secretary. Deep underground. Screens. A long hallway. Sharks.

“What kind of fucked-up tower is this?!” I shouted as I kicked the door open, flying instinctively to avoid falling.

The door shut behind me.

Vox ignored me. His claws twitched. A massive tech shark swam past, fixing me with dead eyes.

“This is Y/N,” Vox said without looking up. “A friend.”

“Y/N, this is Shok.Wav. My pet.”

I flew closer to the tank. Curiosity— testing him.

His cables rustled behind me, tense and nervous.

The shark moved closer.

So did I.

Only centimeters from the glass—

The shark snapped.

Cables yanked me back—brutal, painful. I screamed.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!” Vox’s voice glitched. His hands and cables held me too tight. His whole body shook.

“Why-why-why—” His screen flickered wildly.

“Do you want to lose your life?!”

His voice broke.

“I-I-I didn’t go through all of this just for you to get eaten alive!”

Silence.

I was shaking. Not from fear.

“It’s okay, Vox.” My voice softened. “I’m fine. You protected me.”

He breathed heavily. Then he let go. Slowly. His cables slid off me like reluctant shadows.

“What do you want, Y/N?” His voice went cold again. Controlled. “Besides making my day worse?”

Without a word, I handed him the tablet.

“Ideas. For my souls. You remember? The deal?”

We moved to his desk. He sat down. I perched on the edge of the table.

Vox pulled the notes into the air. Magic and technology blurring together. He read in silence. Sipped his coffee.

The silence pressed down on me.

“It could improve the Vees’ image if—”

Slurp.

Loud. Deliberate.

Then he swiped the notes away.

“I was going to talk to you about this anyway.” He handed me his mug. Warm. Sweet coffee scent. Milk and sugar.

My heart stumbled.

He still drinks it like that.

Back when we were alive, he asked me to prepare coffee for him before a negotiation. It was the first time he visited my office. I wanted everything to be perfect. I was nervous. So I made it myself—milk and sugar, the way my grandparents did.

During the meeting, he kept making faces. It was obvious he didn’t like it.

I apologized, offered to make a new one. He declined politely.

“What are you smiling at?” “Nothing.” I breathed it out, soft. Loving, despite everything.

“I’ve never stopped drinking my coffee with milk and sugar since I came to Hell.”

His screen shimmered blue. Almost… shy?

Then cold again.

“Anyway. VoxTek will provide starting capital for your… charitable work. But you won’t find anyone here who donates to the poor.”

His eyes turned ice-cold.

My warmth vanished. Blood froze with old memories.

Slums. My parents shot. My grandparents. My grandfather taught me to read and write. A German war soldier. Raised me bilingual. A former prisoner—people hunted him and his family.

No one was ever allowed to know where I came from.

He put all his hopes into me.

I lost them in my mid-twenties. And with them, my kindness.

I worked until I collapsed. Sacrificed everything. Even my own life.

Hell brought me back to who I really was.

“Hello?” Vox waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you okay? I’ll get a doctor.”

“I’m fine.” I blinked, set the mug down. Letting the old memories go. “What were you saying?”

“I’ll give you a job. I’ll take care of your needs personally. Your money goes into this… nonsense.”

He’s turning me into his media doll.

I thought too much. Too fast. In a thousand directions.

Why? Does he hate me? Does he need me? Does he want—

“Fine.” I met his gaze, determined to change Hell. “But there’s no deal, okay?”

“That was never the plan.” Vox looked back at his screens. “I need to trust you too.”

I jumped off the desk.

“Then transfer the money—”

Vox raised his hand. A credit card between his fingers.

“Here.”

“Thanks.” I snatched it and flew out.

Hated him.

Loved him.

Didn’t know which was worse.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

Autors Note:

Hey, welcome back!

I needed to change the litte roses. They went ugly for some reson. It also took me hours to rewrite this chapter, to get the point out of it. Even the englisch version.

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I don't need you Chapter 21 I Vox x Reader I Hazbin Hotel I

Note: He killed her once — and still can’t let her go. In Hell, love is a weapon — and Vox has never learned that. A dark romance. For some of the Plots you are a succubus. No character is fully innocent. That is the point.

Please take care while reading 🖤🎞️

CW: kidnapping, captivity, coercion, non-consensual restraint, threats, graphic violence, gore, blood, torture, murder, sexual tension, manipulation, emotional distress, strong language

Word Count: ~2k

Tabel of content | Chapter 20 I Chapter 21 I Chapter 22

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

POV: Y/N

Bored, I sit on the table and braid my hair, repeatedly glancing at the ring on my hand.

Of course, I’ve already thought about breaking out of this shitty room, but I’m somewhere underground. If I destroy everything here, I’ll be buried alive.

Great fucking shit. Maybe I’ll end up in Heaven then.

I smirk briefly at the thought, but it fades just as quickly.

I just hope Vox — my personal stalker — knows where to find me.

Just as I finish braiding my hair, the door is ripped open. Standing in the doorway is the nice lady who kidnapped me. She’s holding food in her hand.

Nope. Not again. Vox already poisoned me once.

,,Here. Food. The boss doesn’t want you to die,” she says, holding it out to me. Her shark eyes flick to the ceiling. My golden smoke is still lighting up this cold, uncomfortable room.

No comment is also a comment.

I take the tray from her and she disappears again. Without giving the food even a glance, I place it directly on the floor.

Nervously, I fiddle with the watch, hoping to receive or send some kind of signal. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that Daito is thorough.

I sit back down on my spot on the table. It’s the only warm place in the entire room — the home of hundreds of spiders and cockroaches. They’ve been fucking nonstop too. I wonder when this room will explode with all the fucking going on in here.

Annoyed, I play with the lasso in my hand. It’ll definitely help me somehow once I’m home. I’ll also have to get on Vox’s nerves again so my lab finally gets finished.

────୨ৎ────

Hours pass. The food is already cold. So am I.

The door opens. Daito looks at me with his dark eyes.

,,You’ve been in my possession for 14 hours now, and your husband isn’t even here,” Daito grins, provocative and satisfied at the same time. ,,He’s really the wrong one for you.”

Vox will come. Hopefully.

Uncertain, I bite down on my jaw.

,,And you destroyed the lamp too. I expected nothing else from you, Dead Channel. The myth.”

Daito grins viciously. He calls me by my Overlord name, the one that spread through Hell on its own. Maybe I helped that along a bit by always leaving a tape behind with my victims. The people who found the corpse with the tape could only see the victim’s final seconds, hear the screams. After that, the TVs always broke.

I grin back at Daito nastily. ,,It feels good to remember.”

Satisfied, the demon looks down at me. His hand grips my hip and pulls me against him. His hot breath hits my skin.

Everything inside me tingles — but not like with Vox. With him, it’s a mix of comforting and cold electricity. Daito, on the other hand, triggers fear-tingles.

He kidnapped me. Everything inside me screamed to get away, but my grandfather always taught me not to flinch. If the bomb drops, it drops.

But being this close to Daito gives me a chance. I can seduce him. Play with him. Get out of here.

,,Let’s play,” I breathe. My lips brush his ear.

I press my body fully against his. Let him feel every curve.

,,Oh yeah, little mouse?” His hand slides lower. Over my back. My hips.

I bite my lip. Not from pleasure. From disgust.

But I don’t let it show.

Instead, I nod. Look up at him. Innocent. Seductive.

,,Sit,” I whisper. My fingers glide over his chest.

He grins. Creates a golden chair. The throne of another sick king.

Slowly, I take off my jacket. Let it fall to the floor.

My fingers glide over the buttons of my top. One by one.

Slowly. Torturously slow.

Daito’s eyes follow every movement. Hungry. Greedy.

The top slides off my shoulders. Reveals my skin centimeter by centimeter.

Falls to the floor.

I turn around. Roll my hips. Slowly. Seductively.

His breathing grows heavier. Deeper.

I step closer. My hands glide over his neck. His shoulders.

Then over my own body. Over my breasts. My stomach. My hips.

Daito’s gaze clings to every movement.

With the holy lasso in my hand, I lean over him. Press my body against his.

Let him feel it. All of it.

,,What are you doing?” He’s still grinning. Clueless.

,,Giving you a show, baby.”

I wrap the lasso around him.

My pants slide down slowly. Over the curve of my ass. My thighs.

You can probably still see bite marks from Vox on my skin.

I step out of them. Standing in nothing but underwear in front of him.

I turn. Arch my back. Let him see. Everything.

Rub against him. Against his thighs. His chest.

Daito’s eyes are locked. Completely hypnotized.

,,Come closer,” he pants. His voice hoarse.

I smile. Sit down on his lap. Grind against him.

His hands twitch against the lasso. Want to grab me. Can’t.

,,Patience,” I purr. My lips at his ear.

My watch gives a signal.

Then the ground trembles.

The ceiling explodes.

Concrete rains down. Steel twists with ear-splitting screams.

Dust. Smoke. Chaos.

And then HIM.

Vox materializes out of my watch. Electricity explodes from him.

His gaze finds me. Scans me. Half-naked. On Daito’s lap.

His screen glitches violently. Distorts.

Then he throws his jacket at me.

I catch it. Pull it on. Stand up.

,,You slut!” Daito roars, yanking at the lasso.

,,WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL MY WIFE?!” Vox snaps.

Cables shoot toward Daito.

I quickly release the lasso. Wrap it around my hand.

The holy lasso. I don’t dare to use it myself.

Daito jumps up. Gold explodes out of him.

,,YOU DARE?!”

,,Oh, we dare,” Vox growls.

I launch myself at him. My film strips aim straight for his face.

Fast. Precise. Deadly.

He blocks. Golden walls shoot up. Shields form.

My strips bounce off. Slam against the gold.

,,You little piece of shit!” he roars. ,,You think you can defeat ME?!”

I grin. Nasty. Insane.

,,Dead Channel,” I hiss.

My sword snaps forward. Formed from golden smoke. Cuts through his defense.

Slices his cheek. Deep.

Blood wells up. Drips down his face.

,,You won’t forget THAT!”

I attack again.

My film strips lash out from all sides.

Daito dodges. Blocks. Hurls gold back.

We dance. A deadly dance.

On the other side, Vox fights his way through the horde.

Brutal. Merciless. Efficient.

His cables pierce everyone in his way.

Electricity. The smell of fried flesh fills the air. Disgusting. Revolting.

Bodies fall. Charred. Smoking. Dead.

He only has eyes for Daito. Only one target.

Daito sees us both coming. Panic flickers in his eyes.

He throws everything at us. Desperate.

Gold at me. Gold at Vox.

Massive sculptures. Spears. Blades. Chains.

I dodge. Cut them apart. Destroy them.

My film strips catch spears. My sword slices chains.

But it’s too much. From all sides.

Our combined defense can’t stop everything.

A golden blade breaks through.

Shoots straight at me.

I try to dodge. Too late.

It hits. Pierces my shoulder. Deep. Brutal.

Pain explodes through my body like fire.

I gasp. Grab the blade.

Pull it out. Slowly. Agonizingly.

Blood pours from the wound. Runs down my arm. My chest.

The jacket turns dark red.

I look at the blade. My blood drips from it.

Then I throw it. Hard. Fast.

Straight at Daito.

It buries itself in his leg. He screams.

,,FUCK YOU!” I scream.

My film strips shoot forward. Wrap around the blade. Push it deeper.

Daito roars. Tries to pull it out.

I don’t let up. Twist.

Blood sprays from the wound. Covers his gold.

,,Y/N!”

Vox’s voice.

I look at him.

And what I see freezes me.

His screen shatters. Completely distorted. Glitching violently. Torn.

Something inside him breaks. Permanently.

,,You HURT her!”

His voice is no longer human. No longer demonic.

Something else. Something far worse. Frequencies.

Electricity explodes out of him. Engulfs the entire room.

Lamps shatter. Metal melts.

The air itself seems to burn.

Every Hellborn nearby drops. Dead. Instantly charred.

Only Daito remains.

Vox moves toward him. Not fast. Slow.

Every step makes the ground crackle beneath him. Burn.

,,You touched my wife,” he says. Every word dripping with pure hatred.

Daito tries to flee.

,,You kidnapped her.”

Vox’s cables shoot forward. Wrap around Daito’s arms. Legs. Neck.

,,You HURT her.”

He pulls. Brutal. Merciless.

Daito’s left arm tears off. Flesh rips. Bones shatter.

Blood explodes from the wound. Sprays over Vox. Over the floor.

Daito’s scream echoes through the hall. High. Tortured. Disgusting.

Vox laughs. Insane. Joyless. Cold.

,,I’m not finished.”

The right arm follows. More blood. More flesh. More screams.

Daito whimpers. Tries to escape.

Vox’s cables hold him.

,,VOX! PLEASE! STOP!”

,,Stop?” Vox tilts his head. ,,Did YOU stop?”

His claws dig into Daito’s chest. Slowly. Enjoyingly.

,,Everyone knows you don’t mess with me.”

The cyan claws that touch me so gently pierce skin. Muscle. Ribs.

I hear it. The cracking. The breaking. The tearing.

,,Do you know what that feels like?” Vox whispers. Almost tender. ,,What PAIN feels like?”

His hand closes around Daito’s heart. Still beating. Still warm.

Daito’s eyes widen. Blood pours from his mouth. Drips down his chin.

,,Please—” he gurgles. Nearly choking on his own blood.

,,Too late.”

Vox rips. The heart comes free. Tendons tear. Veins burst.

Blood explodes from the chest cavity. Covers everything.

The heart still pulses in his hand. Beats. Drips.

Daito’s scream dies. Turns into gurgling. Rattling.

But Vox isn’t done.

He crushes the heart. Slowly. Listens to it burst.

Blood oozes between his fingers. Drips to the floor.

Then his claws dig into Daito’s face.

Into the eye sockets. Deep. To the knuckles.

Vox pulls.

The eyes come free. Bloody. Hanging by optic nerves. Dripping.

He lets them fall. Steps on them.

Listens as they burst under his shoe. Like ripe fruit.

,,And now…” His cables tighten around Daito’s neck.

,,…you die for good.”

The cables constrict. Tighter. Tighter.

Electricity surges through them. Full charge. Maximum voltage.

Daito’s skin burns. Blackens. Splits open.

The smell of fried flesh fills the air. Disgusting. Revolting.

His body spasms. Twitches. Convulses uncontrollably.

Foam spills from his mouth. Mixed with blood.

Then Vox pulls. Hard. With all his strength.

The head separates from the body with a sickening tear.

Flesh rips. Tendons snap. Spine breaks.

Blood explodes. Splashes the ceiling. The walls. Everywhere.

The head rolls. Across the blood-soaked floor. Stops at my feet.

I think I’m going to throw up.

Vox’s screen is still glitching violently.

Then he turns to me.

My shoulder is still bleeding. Still hurting.

I flip my hair back. Look at the mutilated remains.

I don’t want to know what he did to all the men I’ve seduced.

,,He’ll put himself back together,” I say calmly.

,,Then I’ll kill him again,” Vox’s voice is rough. Broken. ,,And again. Until he understands.”

He comes to me. His bloody hands rest on my shoulders.

,,You’re hurt.”

His fingers touch the wound. Careful. Tender.

The hall is silent. Only corpses left. Everywhere.

Mutilated. Torn apart. Destroyed.

Blood covers every inch. Walls. Floor. Ceiling.

Footsteps. The three Imps approach.

,,Damn good show,” says the Imp with the massive horns and the scarred face. Grins. ,,But I want the money.”

Vox pulls out cash. Bloodstained. Throws it to him.

,,Get lost.”

The Imps take it and disappear. Quickly.

Silence.

Vox pulls his jacket tighter around me. His hands tremble slightly.

,,Alva,” he suddenly whispers. His voice almost breaks. Softens.

I look at him.

,,She burst into my office. Screaming. Crying.” He pulls me to his chest. ,,She wanted to save you.”

His arms wrap around me. Hold me tight.

,,She was ready to die for you, Y/N.”

My heart tightens. Tears burn in my eyes.

,,I had to hold her back. Had to tell her that you love her more than anything.”

His voice turns rough. Cracked. Almost desperate.

,,That you fight only for her. Live only for her.”

,,Vox—”

,,I protected her,” he whispers. His arms tremble. ,,Because I knew… if anything happened to her…”

He holds me tighter. Almost frantic.

,,…I’d lose you forever.”

Tears run down my cheeks. Mix with the blood on my skin.

,,Thank you,” I whisper. My voice breaks. ,,Thank you for watching over her.”

I pull him closer. Bury my face in his bloodstained chest.

,,Thank you.”

We stand there. In the middle of the massacre. In the middle of death.

Then he lifts my chin. Looks at me.

,,Don’t I get a thank you for saving you?” he murmurs. Almost vulnerable.

I look at him. This blood-splattered, murderous Overlord.

Who destroyed everything for me. Who protected my daughter.

This damn serial killer.

I wrap my arms around his neck. Press my lips gently to his.

He gasps. Deepens the kiss immediately.

Hunger. Greed. Desperation. Relief.

Our tongues dance. Blood mixes between our lips.

His taste. His warmth. Like last night.

Like when he was over me. In me. Possessive. Demanding. Relentless.

I press myself against him. Feel every muscle. Every contour of his body.

His hands roam over my back. Over my hips.

Right where his claws left marks last night.

,,Y/N,” he murmurs against my lips. Rough. Hungry. Possessive.

The same tone as last night. When he moaned my name.

Again and again. While he lost himself in me.

I pull him closer. Press myself fully against him.

My body remembers. Every touch. Every thrust. Every graze of his claws.

The feeling of him. Deep inside me. Filling. Possessive.

His hands grip tighter. Claws press lightly into my skin.

Just like last night. When he held me. Claimed me. Made me his.

And so we stand there.

Kissing. Blood-soaked. United.

In a bloodbath of mutilated corpses.

Surrounded by death and destruction.

If that isn’t a sign?

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Autor's Note:

And that’s it — done.

The romance arc begins with the next chapter. More love, more intensity, more us. (And definitely more smut.) 🖤✨

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POV: Y/N

When I could finally think clearly again, I ran out of Vox’s room.

In the hallway, I ran straight into Valentino.

Surprised, he looked me up and down. “Oh my god, babygirl. Who jumped you?”

“Vox!” I blurted out, my voice breathless.

I was still unbearably hot. My face burned with arousal and heat. My legs felt so weak I had to lean against the wall, my hands clenched into fists.

“I— nothing happened like that. He just… held me down. Val! I need help.” The words spilled out of me chaotically.

I can't think clear anymore.

“Okay, calm down.” The moth stepped closer, examining me more carefully. “I always assumed he’d jump you eventually. But that you’d fight it…” He licked his lips. “You’re completely… worked up.”

I pulled my legs together slightly, trying discreetly to ease the tension in my body.

Val’s expression shifted to understanding. “Don’t you know that a succubus can’t get out of that state without… release?”

I stared at him, swallowing hard. “I’ve never had sex in Hell. The last time was the night before my death. With Vox.”

“Oh.” Val raised an eyebrow. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shook my head. The plain truth. Well, almost. Once or twice at the very beginning—but that barely counted. It had still been 70 years.

“So…” Valentino grinned slowly. “I could help you.”

I looked at him, confused. “How exactly?”

“Simple.” He lit a cigarette. “I’m a professional at satisfying people. No feelings. No drama. Just… relief.”

He leaned against the wall beside me. “And if we get to screw Vox over in the process? Even better.”

I grinned maliciously. “Record it.”

Our gazes met, sparkling with shared malice.

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Valentino led me to one of the sets.

The bed was overloaded with pillows and blankets, the lighting perfectly positioned.

“So, babygirl.” Val dropped into a chair next to the bed, camera in hand. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I stood in front of the bed, my body still vibrating with unfulfilled desire.

My mind was so fogged I could barely think straight.

This isn’t love. Not romance. This is a transaction.

A rebellion.

Slowly, seductively, I let my dress slide to the floor.

“Oh yeah.” Val leaned back, watching me through the camera. “That’s it.”

I stood there in nothing but my underwear.

The heat inside me kept rising. Vox’s touch still burned on my skin.

Bastard. I can’t get him out of my head.

Val’s shape flickered. Vox overlaid him. Then Vincent.

I didn’t know who was standing in front of me anymore.

“Lie down.” Val’s voice was calm, professional.

I obeyed, stretching out on the bed.

Val stood up, placed the camera on a tripod so it captured both of us.

Then he stepped closer, all four arms already in motion.

“Relax,” he murmured. “This is business.”

His hands slid over my body—two holding my hips firmly, a third gliding over my chest, the fourth between my legs.

No kisses. No fake tenderness.

Just efficient, practiced touches.

I closed my eyes. A mistake—because when I opened them again, I saw Vox and Vincent hovering over me at the same time.

“Fuck.” I gasped as fingers pushed my underwear aside.

“So wet.” he grinned. “Vox really did a number on you.”

Val’s voice faded—it was Vincent’s now.

“Shut up.” But my voice lacked any real bite.

His fingers moved over me, finding exactly the right places.

But they were the wrong hands.

An image flickered through my mind.

Vox.

His eyes—green and blue—the way they locked onto me.

The way he looked at me like he could see straight into my soul.

Vincent’s fingers circled, but all I felt was Vox’s touch on my skin.

His hand at my throat. His thumb over my lower lip. His cables pinning me to the wall.

“Shit.” I tried to push the thoughts away, but they only grew stronger.

Val didn’t notice—or didn’t care. His fingers slid inside me, working professionally.

But all I felt was Vox and Vincent.

Memories flooded my head. Vincent pushing his head between my thighs. Vox holding me, kissing my neck. Vincent crawling over me, kissing me desperately. Vox looking at me like he was almost in love.

I clutched the pillows, eyes squeezed shut.

Vox~

His grin when he provoked me. His tongue—so damn long—sliding over my neck.

“You could make this so much easier. Just give in.”

His voice, dark and promising.

“Come on, babygirl.” Val’s voice mixed with Vincent’s pulled me back. “Let go.”

But I wasn’t with him.

I was with Vox.

In his room. Pinned against his wall. His cables around my wrists.

“You’re so wet. Already so wet for me.”

His fingers inside me, pushing me close—

And then he stopped.

The bastard just stopped.

Val's thumb found my clit, pressing perfectly.

But in my head, they were Vox’s hands.

Vox’s eyes on me. Green and blue. Hypnotic. Dangerous - Vincent.

“Tell me you don’t want me. And I’ll stop.”

But I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t fucking say it.

The wave built, rolling closer.

“You belong to me.”

Vox’s voice in my ear. His hot breath on my skin. His tongue tracing my neck, leaving marks—

And then I came.

Hard. Intense.

But it was Vox’s name that almost slipped from my lips.

Not Val’s. Not Vincent’s.

Vox. Damn Vox.

I trembled, gasping, my entire body shaking.

But when I opened my eyes, I saw Val.

Not Vox. Not Vincent.

They were gone.

The emptiness hit me like a punch.

It was… nothing. Just physiological release.

No emotion. No connection.

Because they were the wrong hands.

The wrong eyes.

The wrong damn man.

Val withdrew his hands, wiping them on a cloth.

“Better?”

I breathed heavily, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. “Yes. Thank you.”

“No problem.” He stood up, grabbed the camera. “Vox is going to love this.”

A cold grin spread across his face.

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Val handed me a bathrobe and a cigarette.

Smoking, I walked back to my room, my body finally calmer.

But my mind? Still with Vox.

Fuck. I’m completely gone.

Get a grip.

I opened one of my candy stashes—I desperately needed sugar.

“Why… do you look so wrecked?”

Vox’s voice behind me.

I froze.

He studied me closely—the bathrobe, my messy hair, the cigarette, candy.

He knows me too well. It clicked.

“You didn’t…” His voice dropped dangerously low.

“Yes.” I shoved an entire chocolate bar into my mouth. “If you treat me like that, you should expect rebellion.”

Behind me, I could feel his anger boiling over.

The electricity in the room began to flicker.

Just as I reached for gummy candy, his cables grabbed me and slammed me onto the bed.

I clutched my chocolate tightly.

“You had your chance.” I kept provoking him, biting into the bar.

His screen flickered wildly.

Every step he took vibrated through the floor.

Then suddenly, he seemed more controlled—but the lights around us betrayed how furious he still was.

It must have felt like betrayal. Like something taken from him—something he wanted too much.

The satisfaction was intoxicating.

Then unease crept in. He looked dangerous. Almost uncontrollable.

“You. Belong. To. Me.”

Suddenly Vox was on top of me.

His weight—different from Val’s. Familiar. Right.

The images from before flashed through my mind. My blush deepened.

“I’m the only one how's allowed to touch you.” His voice was a dark growl, vibrating through my entire body. “Why him?”

Small jolts of electricity traveled over my skin. They tingled—but this time… differently.

“I didn’t want it like this.” His gaze was wild, dangerous. “But you wanted it this way.”

His hand slid to my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“You tried to make me jealous.” His voice dropped, darker. “Thought you could replace me with him.”

His thumb brushed over my lower lip.

“Did it work?” he whispered. “When he touched you—did you think of him?”

I stayed silent, but my eyes betrayed me.

I was getting lost in those red eyes.

“No.” A dark grin spread across his face. “You thought of me. The whole time.”

Damn it. He knows.

“You’re so transparent sometimes.” His lips hovered millimeters from mine. “Even when someone else touches you, you’re mine. I’m in your head. In your heart.”

His breath brushed my lips.

“Say it,” he ordered softly. “Tell me who you thought of.”

“You.” The words burst out before I could stop them. “Fuck—you.”

The triumph in his eyes was unbearable.

And then he kissed me.

Finally.

For the first time—properly.

It wasn’t gentle. Not tender.

It was possession. Conquest. Raw, violent passion.

His lips crashed against mine, demanding, hungry.

His tongue slid into my mouth—long, so damn long—and I remembered how he’d shown it to me. What he could have done with it.

A moan slipped from me before I could stop it.

This. This is what I wanted.

Not Val’s cold touches.

This.

His hand slid into my hair, yanking my head back, deepening the kiss.

I tasted him—electricity and danger and something dark, addictive.

Instinctively, I pressed into him, my hands finding his back, clutching the fabric of his jacket.

I wanted more. Needed more.

That sweet, dangerous, perfect connection.

He growled against my lips, satisfied.

For this moment, he had what he wanted.

And me?

I had what I needed.

He clung to me like he was afraid I’d disappear.

The kiss grew wilder. More desperate.

His tongue dominated mine, demanding submission.

And I gave in. Gave him everything.

We lost ourselves in that moment—in the heat, the passion, the toxic desire between us.

His teeth found my lower lip, biting down lightly.

I gasped, biting his lip in return.

The metallic taste of blood mixed between us—his or mine, I didn’t know.

It was beautiful. Almost romantic.

But also war. Power struggle. Desperation.

And it was perfect.

But then—just as we were about to tear into each other, as my hands loosened his tie and his fingers opened my robe—

He stopped.

Pulled back, his breathing as ragged as mine.

“Remember who you really belong to.” His grin was dark.

Blood ran from the corner of his mouth—I must have bitten him.

He was right.

“And you should remember who you’re falling for,” I leaned against him despite everything.

We locked gazes in a silent power struggle—until Vox kissed me again.

I fell for him again.

Once more, Vox pressed me against the bed. Played with my tongue. Savored the power he held over me.

Softly, Vox looked at me. “You belong to me.”

His eye glitched—the colors flickering.

We pulled away from each other.

“If you ever get like this again…” His voice turned icy. “Come to me. Or there will be more dead. Next time, I won’t show you mercy.”

With those words, he vanished.

I stared at the spot where he’d been sitting.

Again.

The word echoed in my mind.

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Growling, I sat on my couch. It had taken minutes to clear my head again.

When we were young, he was a rising star.

I ran his production with two colleagues.

It had always been unsettling that those two men simply vanished—but it also cleared my path to work alone.

With Vox as my star, my company exploded.

If anyone asks: I’m the reason for Hollywood.

Whether that’s true is debatable.

But eventually, things became clear.

Vox murdered his rivals.

A serial killer. And I’d been naive enough to fall in love with him.

I’d thought it was just my imagination.

Why do I always have to be right?

I buried my nose back in the Holy Angel Book to stop thinking.

Someone like him can’t be redeemed.

Greed and power had always driven him.

He only wants me at his side because I’m smart.

I gathered my notes, scribbling theories into a notebook.

I don’t trust Vox.

Because I, too, am a victim of his killing spree.

Bastard.

I wondered if my ideas would work.

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In Hell’s rain of blood, I made my way with Balduin to Baxter.

My phone rang in my bag.

Vox. Obviously.

He’s insane.

I was playing chess with him—and he would lose. One of his weaknesses was madness.

I reached my destination.

Baxter opened the door, surprised. “Hello.” I greeted him charmingly.

“Miss Y/N! It’s wonderful to see you again. Would you like to hear about test results?” He was curious.

We walked through his apartment together. Balduin stayed alert the entire time.

“No.” I sat down on a broken couch, the springs digging into my back. “I’m interested in biotechnology. Can you teach me about cloning and genetic modification?”

“I had no idea you were interested in my research!” The anglerfish beamed. “Of course, you’re welcome to observe.”

Step by step, he explained what interested me—and what I asked about as cover.

I wrote everything down. He even offered to send explanatory videos.

I hope my plan works.

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Back at the tower, I walked straight into Vox’s office.

“I need a large room.” My voice was sassy as I inspected my nails. “Baxter should experiment on me more. I want to know what’s going on with my DNA.”

Vox turned toward me, puzzled. “Where is this coming from? You already know what’s going on.” He laughed.

He must not suspect anything.

“You said you would take care of all my needs.” I snapped at him. “Otherwise the deal is off—and I’m gone.”

I walked toward him confidently.

Breaking the deal would free him to kill me.

I don’t want the deal broken. And neither does he.

“Ugh. Fine.” He groaned, annoyed, immediately organizing people.

“Thanks, Voxy.” I smiled at him and left the room.

I could feel his skeptical gaze burning into my back.

Let him doubt.

My game has only just begun.

Victory will be mine.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

Autor's Note:

OMG, Guy's ! I hope I made it well with the Valentino stuff. Cause we all adore Vox but I needed a twist, I needed this to make scence in the future logical.

But I love how Y/N mixes Vincent and Vox together and sees them as different person cause of the different type of love she feels for "them".

So what do you think about all of that ? And what do you think is Y/N's plan?

I don't need you - Chapter 8 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel

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CW: murder, poisoning, trauma, manipulation, possessive behavior, sexual tension, consent issues, emotional conflict, graphic descriptions (corpses), sharks

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

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𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

POV: Y/N

I woke up well-rested.

And found myself in Vox’s bed.

Confused, I tore my eyes open. My heart started racing.

Vox wasn’t here.

Panicked, I looked at the nightstand. I didn’t know if there were pills there or not. The memory of back then shot through my mind. The poison. My death.

Is he going to kill me again!?

“Good morning.” Vox’s voice.

The Boss entered with a tray full of breakfast.

Somehow… seeing him gave me a sense of safety. My breathing calmed.

“Good morning?” It sounded more like a question. I sat up.

The two blankets were messy. Casually, I touched his side of the bed. Still warm.

“No, I just woke up too.” Vox placed the tray in the middle of the bed. “And I had breakfast made.”

Carefully, I studied him. No hickeys. Everything perfectly in place. Nothing hinted at… that.

I looked around. “What time is it?”

“7 a.m.”

I eyed him skeptically. He eyed me just as skeptically.

I searched my body for anything unusual. Something. Any sign.

“We didn’t do anything last night.” His voice was calm. “You fell asleep in the shower.”

Embarrassed, I flinched.

Slowly, I turned toward him. He had sat down on his side of the bed and was drinking his coffee.

“It would be advisable if you left Baxter DNA samples.” He sipped.

The memory hit. The sinner. How she burst. The warm blood. The organs hitting me.

The shock was written all over my face.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Vox touched my arm. Gently. “Eat first.”

He held out a cup of tea.

I took it. Crawled into the middle of the bed.

Warmth spread through my chest.

I had missed closeness. It didn’t have to be him, but… the concept of it. I was always surrounded by younger sinners. But he was my age.

I studied Vox again. Sitting beside me, scrolling through the news.

Something is very wrong here.

These tender moments only existed in the beginning. When we first met.

Is everything starting over again?

The thought stabbed my heart.

If he even tries, he’ll die.

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When I was in my office, there was a knock at the door. Balduin opened it.

Baxter.

“Good morning, Miss. I’d like to request your DNA.” Straight to the point.

“Of course.” I stood up and crouched in front of him.

Baxter yanked out a strand of my hair. Fast. Painful.

Balduin glared at him.

“It’s fine.” I smiled calmly. “It’s for an experiment. It was approved.”

Then Baxter took samples. My saliva. My wings. My skin scales.

Carefully, he stuffed everything into jars.

“Thank you.” He left.

I stood back up and returned to work.

────୨ৎ────

Late in the morning, I received a notification that some of the architects had already arrived.

Together with Balduin, I went to the reception hall. Greeted the guests. Led them into the meeting room.

I had drinks and snacks distributed.

That seemed to surprise them.

An older gentleman—at least in appearance—said to me, “I’ve never been treated this kindly here.”

That made me doubt. How does Vox usually treat his people?

When everyone was engaged in conversation and the last guests had arrived, Vox joined us.

Balduin stayed at my side.

“Welcome.” Vox walked around the table, stopping beside me at the head.

Balduin and Vox locked eyes.

Vox won.

Balduin backed off.

“As I see, you’ve already met my charming colleague.” Vox practically cuddled up to me. His hand slid over my back. Possessive. “Isn’t she charming?”

That’s when I noticed: I’m the only woman.

What a shame—and an advantage.

“She’s the head of our current project,” Vox said as he sat down. “I hope you can all keep up with her and fulfill her wishes.”

I sat down too.

“Well then.” I pulled out all the documents and let them appear digitally in front of everyone.

I went through every detail one by one. Explained. Answered questions.

Then I felt it.

A hand. On my thigh.

I froze. Just for a second. Then continued speaking as if nothing happened.

Vox’s hand was warm and heavy on my leg. His claws slowly traced patterns. Circles. Lines. Higher and higher.

Shit.

The memory struck like lightning.

Meetings. Boring, endless meetings. His hand under the table. Whenever he got bored. Or when we both knew he’d take me out again that night.

I tried to focus. “As you can see here, the building will be constructed in three phases—”

His hand moved higher. Dangerously close to my center.

My breath hitched. I swallowed.

One of the architects asked a question. I answered. My voice was surprisingly calm.

Under the table, Vox continued drawing patterns. Slow. Intentionally. His claws lightly scratched the fabric of my pants.

I shot him a glance.

He wasn’t looking at me. His face was focused on the presentation. Professional. Interested.

But the corner of his mouth twitched. A tiny, barely visible grin.

Bastard.

His hand stopped. Exactly there. Exactly the spot that drove me insane.

He pressed lightly.

Heat shot through my body. I kept going.

Vox’s claws moved again. Circles. So damn slow.

Just like before.

It was a dragging affair. Everyone had already received the floor plan. Everyone contributed ideas.

And the entire time—the entire damn time—Vox’s hand was on my thigh.

Sometimes it moved. Sometimes it just rested there. Possessive.

Vox listened to the whole thing. His eyes were on me. Always.

I knew what that meant.

He wouldn’t let me go tonight.

By the time everything was settled, it was already evening.

I said goodbye to everyone individually. Vox did the same.

Together, we watched the architects leave.

“You did well,” Vox said warmly, pride in his voice. “I thought you might be out of practice.”

I nudged his side. “I can mess with myself, just fine.” I grinned. “Besides, wrapping men around my finger and running a business… you should know firsthand how dangerous I am.”

I dragged my sharp nail along his throat.

He swallowed hard. Grinned at me.

His eyes glowed.

“Next time, you can keep your hands to yourself,” I said.

Vox stepped dangerously close, grabbed my waist, pulled me to him. His hot breath hit my skin. “Never,” he murmured.

Overwhelmed, I tore myself from his grip and vanished. Asshole.

────୨ৎ────

After dinner, I slipped into a light nightgown and buried myself in my books.

Balduin had curled up into a donut on the couch and was asleep.

A knock at the door.

I closed my book. Flew down to the door. Grabbed the golden doorknob and opened it.

Vox studied me immediately. “Do you have time?”

Uncertain, I nodded.

I can’t escape him. Whether because of the deal—or my inner conflict.

A gentle smile spread across his screen.

He held out his hand.

Hesitantly, I took it.

My body knew what was right. It had a reason to tremble.

────୨ৎ────

Vox led me into one of his offices.

Pictures of the Vees lined the walls. An alcohol shelf stood nearby, with a massive shark tooth displayed at the very top. Next to the door were various TV models. His old heads.

In front of me was his desk. Behind it, the huge aquarium. Sharks gliding past.

The small jets under Vox activated. He flew up.

I followed, making sure my light—and short—dress didn’t reveal too much.

Above us was a platform over the aquarium.

We landed.

Confused, I looked into the water.

Vox kicked off his shoes. “It’s time for you to meet my babies.”

He walked over to a pile of buckets.

I slipped out of my slippers and set them aside.

Vox returned with two buckets.

When I saw what was inside, my blood froze.

Body parts.

No matter how often I see corpses, that never changes.

I immediately backed away from Vox and the water.

“Don’t worry,” Vox said calmly, coldly. “They owed us money.”

Then he stripped completely. Still the serial killer I know.

I looked at his gills along his sides. His nipples were censor bars. His feet resembled fins.

But his swim trunks…

I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” He didn’t sound amused.

“Oh, nothing.” I stifled my laughter. “I just didn’t know you were into orange Hawaiian swim trunks.”

“Ha ha.” Flat.

Carefully, he put his feet into the water and sat at the edge of the platform.

Uncertain, I stood beside him.

The sharks approached.

Vox began feeding his pets.

I watched, fascinated. You only see things like this here.

“Here.” Vox held out a leg.

I got on all fours, supporting my weight on my legs.

Carefully, I took the leg.

A hammerhead approached.

“Vark. He’s the sweetest one.”

The shark came closer to the surface.

I extended the leg.

The shark bit down. Ripped it from my hands.

Reflexively, I clawed at it. Pointless. Now I just had corpse under my fingernails.

“Ew.” It slipped out.

Vox laughed.

I quickly washed my hand in the water.

“You should let go.”

“Thanks, I know.” I sat down.

“Then why didn’t you?” He chuckled. “Still like before?”

Pretend offense, I flipped my hair back. “Yes. I don’t like it when things are taken from me.”

The TV chuckled.

He gave me a bedroom look. “I know that.” Static crackled softly. “So why do you leave me to Val?”

He kept feeding them.

I followed suit. More small sharks gathered, eating from my hand.

“I have to make friends somehow.” I shrugged. “Besides, if I want sex, I’ll just find someone.”

“Oh yeah?” Vox looked at me. Flirtatious—but also like he’d kill anyone I touched. “Last night, it looked like you weren’t looking for sex, but for love.”

Suddenly, I was grateful for the buckets standing between us.

“If I want love, I’ll find someone.” I shut him down.

But the demon didn’t back off. “In our deal, I take care of your well-being.”

I stayed silent.

It dawned on me that I couldn’t just pick someone off the street without Vox noticing. Or killing them. Like before.

“If you want love, physical closeness, or even sex…” His voice darkened. “…you come to me.”

Cold washed over me.

“Then I’ll stay dry.”

The bucket was empty.

Vox stood up. Grabbed two new buckets.

“I think the only option would be a threesome.” He grinned.

“Ew!” I blurted out.

My mind couldn’t process it. Sex with two men? One of them having four arms?

Vox looked mildly shocked. “What’s wrong now?”

He set the buckets down and sat again.

“I don’t know what that kind of sex would look like,” I admitted. “Or if it’s even good. I mean, women—yes. Men—yes. But I’ve never experienced that.”

I kept feeding the sharks.

In our time, it was frowned upon to even be unmarried and have sex with a man. Women were easier. We formed communities. Protected each other.

But I had always loved the danger with Vox.

The demon chuckled beside me. “You’ll figure it out.”

I rolled my eyes.

I wondered where the big shark was. Had he locked him away?

“Before I start something with you again, I’ll end up in Heaven.”

Vox laughed.

I felt his gaze on me. “You can put your feet in the water. They should be full by now.”

Uncertain, I looked at him. “I’d rather not. I already have a hungry shark beside me.”

I shook my head.

Vox chuckled again.

Something is definitely off. Should I just let it happen?

────୨ৎ────

At the end of the feeding, Vox stood at the edge of the tank. “One round of swimming?”

His eyes reflected excitement.

The sharks had dispersed.

“I don’t have swimwear,” I dodged.

“That’s fine.” He grinned. “You can swim naked.”

Heat rushed to my face. “Absolutely not!”

Seductively, Vox stepped closer. His claws ran through my long white hair. “What do you think happened between the shower and my bed?”

He was so close. My heart raced. His gaze flirty.

I tried to step back, but he held me.

“Then you swim naked too,” I shot back.

Vox immediately stepped away.

“Not so tough now, huh?” I teased.

Without me noticing, Vox wrapped an arm around my waist.

And jumped into the water with me.

Shocked, I surfaced, gasping. “Are you insane!?”

Laughing, the demon swam to me.

The water was ice-cold.

“Maybe just a little.”

He pulled me into his arms.

I trembled.

“You’ll get used to the temperature.”

“Doesn’t your head break?” I pointed at his screen.

“Waterproof.”

The sharks returned.

“Ah!” I climbed onto Vox.

My breasts pressed against his face as I stepped onto the leg he instinctively offered.

My wings shot up, ready to flee. My tail lifted.

“Calm down,” Vox mumbled into my chest.

He pulled me onto his leg so I could sit. His hands steady on my shoulders.

My wings stayed tense.

“It’s okay,” he said gently.

Vark approached. Touched my foot.

Unexpectedly soft. And rough at the same time.

Fear still crept in.

If the giant shark hadn’t snapped at me before, this might’ve gone differently.

Vox slowly lowered me into the water until I swam on my own.

“When I get out of here, I’ll kill you!” I snarled.

Vox just laughed.

Vark returned. Brave as I am, I reached out and stroked him.

When I touched Vark, the fear eased a little.

Vox let go. Swam on with Vark.

I stayed there, unsure.

More sharks came.

“Wait!” I dove under.

With strong wing beats, I caught up.

Vark began playing with me, nudging my side.

“A race?” Vox looked at me.

I nodded.

We swam through the aquarium.

Vox was insanely fast with his fins. I was nothing in comparison.

When I ran out of air, I surfaced.

Vox followed. “Damn, you’re fast.” I grinned.

He looked proud. “And I still beat you.”

Vark nudged me from below. I sat on his head and dove as he pulled me down.

Vox followed.

Vark was incredibly fast underwater. Yet his master kept up.

I briefly lost my grip and clung to the dorsal fin.

Vox grabbed my hand, pulling me off Vark.

Like a perfectly tuned team, he boosted me to the surface.

I burst into the air like a dolphin, gasping.

Only to plunge back under.

Vox waited for me there, grabbed my hand again, and placed me back on Vark.

We sped through the water.

More sharks joined, circling me. It felt like becoming a mermaid.

I laughed. The water. The sharks. Vox at my side.

It was… magical.

Then we entered a larger area.

The water grew darker. Deeper.

My body tensed.

The giant enclosure.

“Vox.” My voice was tight underwater.

He turned, saw my panic.

Immediately, he swam to me, took my hand, and brought me to the surface.

“He’s here, isn’t he?” I looked around nervously.

“Yes,” Vox said softly. “But I’m here too.”

My heart pounded.

“Shock.wav isn’t dangerous,” Vox said calmly. “Not to you. Not anymore.”

“He tried to eat me!”

“Through glass.” Vox smiled faintly. “He didn’t recognize you. To him, you were… food.” He pulled me closer. “But now? You’re here with me. In the water. With him. That’s different.”

“This is insane!” I snapped. The lights flickered.

“Do you trust me?”

I looked at him. His eyes serious. Honest.

“I… I don’t know.”

My heart clenched. I trusted him once. Until that day.

“Then let me show you.”

He dove under, pulling me with him. I want to get out of here.

We went deeper.

And then I saw him.

Shock.Wav.

Huge. Massive. His silhouette in the dark water.

My body froze.

Vox held my hand tightly, swimming toward the shark.

No. No, no, no.

But Vox didn’t let go.

Shock.Wav drew closer.

I closed my eyes. Ready to fight. Ready to tear him open from the inside if I had to.

Then… something touched my hand.

Soft. Rough.

I opened my eyes.

Shock.Wav passed us slowly. His skin gliding beneath my palm.

Vox had guided my hand to him.

The shark did nothing.

Just kept swimming. Calm. Almost gentle.

We surfaced.

I gasped. “He… he didn’t attack me.”

“Because he knows you belong to me.” Vox’s voice was deep. Possessive.

Shock.Wav swam beneath us. His fin broke the surface.

Instinctively, I grabbed it.

“What are you doing!?” Vox laughed, eyes wide.

“Shock therapy!”

I held on.

Shock.Wav swam forward. Not fast. Not wild. Just steady.

Vox swam beside me, grabbing the fin too.

We let ourselves be pulled through the aquarium.

“This is… he’s incredible.” I laughed, disbelieving.

“He’s my favorite,” Vox said proudly. “And he likes you.”

Shock.Wav swam beneath us, waiting patiently.

“Can I… can I pet him?” My voice was soft.

Vox’s eyes lit up. “Of course.”

We let go of the fin and dove under.

I swam toward Shock.Wav. Slowly. Carefully.

The giant shark stopped. Waited.

I reached out.

My hand slid over his side. Shock.Wav shifted slightly, leaning into it.

He enjoyed it.

A smile crept onto my lips.

I swam along his side, stroking him. Shock.Wav followed my movement. Gentle. Patient.

Vox swam beside me, watching. His eyes on me. Soft. In love.

I didn’t notice. I was too focused on Shock.Wav.

Shock.Wav nudged me with his snout.

I laughed, bubbles escaping.

Then the shark swam beneath me, lifting me onto his back.

Vox climbed on as well.

We sat there, behind the dorsal fin. Like on a living throne.

Shock.Wav swam on. Steady. Almost lazy.

I stroked his back. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?” Vox’s voice was close. Too close.

I turned to him. “For showing me. For proving he’s not dangerous.”

“He’s not dangerous to you.” Vox’s hand suddenly covered mine. “Never again.”

My heart raced.

His hand was warm. Firm. His fingers laced with mine.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

His screen glowed softly. His gaze… intense. Hungry. But also… tender.

“Y/N.” His thumb brushed my hand.

“Yes?” I dragged the word out, wary.

“I…” He hesitated. Swallowed. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I know.”

He smiled, crooked, shy. “Still true.”

We sat there. On the back of a giant shark.

His hand holding mine.

And for a moment… everything was perfect.

But I can’t let myself fall for him. Not completely.

“Okay, I admit it…” I laughed. “This is incredible.”

“Isn’t it?” Vox grinned proudly, like a kid showing off his favorite toy.

Shock.Wav dipped slightly, only his fin above water.

I carefully stood, spreading my wings.

“Careful!” Vox grabbed my arm.

“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “Come.”

I held out my hand.

He hesitated. Then stood, taking it.

I flew, pulling him up with me.

We flew parallel to Shock.Wav. Above the water. The shark gliding peacefully below, fast as hell.

“He’s beautiful,” I said sincerely.

Vox watched—not the shark. Me.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Beautiful.”

I turned my head, caught his gaze.

My breath hitched.

He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Vox…” My voice was sharp.

“Sorry.” He looked away quickly. “I… I shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Look at you like that.” He laughed bitterly. “I know I don’t have the right.”

Silence.

Only the sound of water, Shock.Wav gliding beneath us, and my wings cutting the air.

“Maybe not,” I said softly. “But…”

“But?”

I really looked at him.

His eyes. His face. The way he held me. Carefully. Like I could vanish any second.

He’s afraid. Afraid of losing me. Again.

“But I understand,” I finished.

His eyes widened. Hope flickered.

I quickly looked away.

No. Not now. Not like this.

We slowly flew back to the platform.

Shock.Wav stayed beneath us the entire time.

I landed, knelt, and reached out.

The giant shark approached, resting his snout in my hand.

“Thank you, Shock.Wav.” I smiled, stroking him one last time. “You’re a good boy.”

The shark emitted a deep, rumbling sound. Almost like a purr.

Then he disappeared into the depths.

I stood, watching him go.

“He really likes you,” Vox said softly behind me.

“That’s… nice.” My voice trembled.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Look at me.”

Slowly, I turned.

Vox stood close. His eyes on me.

“I wanted to thank you.” His hand lifted, hesitated, then cupped my cheek. “For giving him a chance. For… trusting me.”

“I… I don’t know if I did.”

“You did.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “And it means more to me than you know.”

My heart pounded.

“I know I messed up,” he said quietly. “That I hurt you. But I…”

He hesitated, searching my face.

“I need you.”

My heart thundered.

He’s going to kiss me.

Here. Now.

His eyes dropped to my lips.

Slowly, he leaned in.

Closer.

I felt his breath. The warmth of him.

His lips were inches away.

“Vox…” My voice shook.

Part of me wanted him. Another part knew it was a trap.

His hand slid into my neck, pulling me closer.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my lips. “Say it, and I will.”

I opened my mouth.

No words came.

He smiled. Gentle. Hopeful.

Then—

I stepped back.

“I… I can’t.” My voice broke.

His smile vanished. Pain crossed his face.

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” I shook my head. “You killed me, Vox. You poisoned me. And now… now you expect me to just—what? Take you back?”

“No.” He stepped back. “I don’t expect that. I just… hope.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”

He turned away. Walked to the towels.

I stood there. Alone. Confused.

Why did I wish he hadn’t stopped?

Vox brought me two towels.

I dried myself. He did the same.

I wrapped one around my head.

Then I slipped out of my dress and wrapped the other around myself.

Vox got dressed again.

────୨ৎ────

Quietly, I opened my bedroom door.

Balduin was still asleep on the couch.

“I should fire him,” Vox whispered in my ear.

“Then I’ll rehire him,” I grinned, trying to bring back the lightness.

I stepped inside.

Vox took my hand. Kissed my knuckles. Slowly. His eyes on me.

“Sleep well, my love.”

I blushed again.

“See you tomorrow.”

The door closed.

I leaned against it.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He almost kissed me.

And I pushed him away.

So why… why did it feel like a mistake?

Part of me wanted to run back. Kiss him. Forget what he’d done.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Maybe never.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

Autors Note:

Hey guys, I got so engrossed in this chapter that it became so long…

In the next chapter I'll explain a little bit about why Vox is such a sweety here. And no he isn't out of character. It's all part of my Masterplan. Let me know what do you think about a sweet Vox like that?

As always, see you soon and love you all, bye! <33

I don't need you - Chapter 8 | Vox x Reader | Hazbin Hotel

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CW: murder, poisoning, trauma, manipulation, possessive behavior, sexual tension, consent issues, emotional conflict, graphic descriptions (corpses), sharks

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

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𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

POV: Y/N

I woke up well-rested.

And found myself in Vox’s bed.

Confused, I tore my eyes open. My heart started racing.

Vox wasn’t here.

Panicked, I looked at the nightstand. I didn’t know if there were pills there or not. The memory of back then shot through my mind. The poison. My death.

Is he going to kill me again!?

“Good morning.” Vox’s voice.

The Boss entered with a tray full of breakfast.

Somehow… seeing him gave me a sense of safety. My breathing calmed.

“Good morning?” It sounded more like a question. I sat up.

The two blankets were messy. Casually, I touched his side of the bed. Still warm.

“No, I just woke up too.” Vox placed the tray in the middle of the bed. “And I had breakfast made.”

Carefully, I studied him. No hickeys. Everything perfectly in place. Nothing hinted at… that.

I looked around. “What time is it?”

“7 a.m.”

I eyed him skeptically. He eyed me just as skeptically.

I searched my body for anything unusual. Something. Any sign.

“We didn’t do anything last night.” His voice was calm. “You fell asleep in the shower.”

Embarrassed, I flinched.

Slowly, I turned toward him. He had sat down on his side of the bed and was drinking his coffee.

“It would be advisable if you left Baxter DNA samples.” He sipped.

The memory hit. The sinner. How she burst. The warm blood. The organs hitting me.

The shock was written all over my face.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Vox touched my arm. Gently. “Eat first.”

He held out a cup of tea.

I took it. Crawled into the middle of the bed.

Warmth spread through my chest.

I had missed closeness. It didn’t have to be him, but… the concept of it. I was always surrounded by younger sinners. But he was my age.

I studied Vox again. Sitting beside me, scrolling through the news.

Something is very wrong here.

These tender moments only existed in the beginning. When we first met.

Is everything starting over again?

The thought stabbed my heart.

If he even tries, he’ll die.

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When I was in my office, there was a knock at the door. Balduin opened it.

Baxter.

“Good morning, Miss. I’d like to request your DNA.” Straight to the point.

“Of course.” I stood up and crouched in front of him.

Baxter yanked out a strand of my hair. Fast. Painful.

Balduin glared at him.

“It’s fine.” I smiled calmly. “It’s for an experiment. It was approved.”

Then Baxter took samples. My saliva. My wings. My skin scales.

Carefully, he stuffed everything into jars.

“Thank you.” He left.

I stood back up and returned to work.

────୨ৎ────

Late in the morning, I received a notification that some of the architects had already arrived.

Together with Balduin, I went to the reception hall. Greeted the guests. Led them into the meeting room.

I had drinks and snacks distributed.

That seemed to surprise them.

An older gentleman—at least in appearance—said to me, “I’ve never been treated this kindly here.”

That made me doubt. How does Vox usually treat his people?

When everyone was engaged in conversation and the last guests had arrived, Vox joined us.

Balduin stayed at my side.

“Welcome.” Vox walked around the table, stopping beside me at the head.

Balduin and Vox locked eyes.

Vox won.

Balduin backed off.

“As I see, you’ve already met my charming colleague.” Vox practically cuddled up to me. His hand slid over my back. Possessive. “Isn’t she charming?”

That’s when I noticed: I’m the only woman.

What a shame—and an advantage.

“She’s the head of our current project,” Vox said as he sat down. “I hope you can all keep up with her and fulfill her wishes.”

I sat down too.

“Well then.” I pulled out all the documents and let them appear digitally in front of everyone.

I went through every detail one by one. Explained. Answered questions.

Then I felt it.

A hand. On my thigh.

I froze. Just for a second. Then continued speaking as if nothing happened.

Vox’s hand was warm and heavy on my leg. His claws slowly traced patterns. Circles. Lines. Higher and higher.

Shit.

The memory struck like lightning.

Meetings. Boring, endless meetings. His hand under the table. Whenever he got bored. Or when we both knew he’d take me out again that night.

I tried to focus. “As you can see here, the building will be constructed in three phases—”

His hand moved higher. Dangerously close to my center.

My breath hitched. I swallowed.

One of the architects asked a question. I answered. My voice was surprisingly calm.

Under the table, Vox continued drawing patterns. Slow. Intentionally. His claws lightly scratched the fabric of my pants.

I shot him a glance.

He wasn’t looking at me. His face was focused on the presentation. Professional. Interested.

But the corner of his mouth twitched. A tiny, barely visible grin.

Bastard.

His hand stopped. Exactly there. Exactly the spot that drove me insane.

He pressed lightly.

Heat shot through my body. I kept going.

Vox’s claws moved again. Circles. So damn slow.

Just like before.

It was a dragging affair. Everyone had already received the floor plan. Everyone contributed ideas.

And the entire time—the entire damn time—Vox’s hand was on my thigh.

Sometimes it moved. Sometimes it just rested there. Possessive.

Vox listened to the whole thing. His eyes were on me. Always.

I knew what that meant.

He wouldn’t let me go tonight.

By the time everything was settled, it was already evening.

I said goodbye to everyone individually. Vox did the same.

Together, we watched the architects leave.

“You did well,” Vox said warmly, pride in his voice. “I thought you might be out of practice.”

I nudged his side. “I can mess with myself, just fine.” I grinned. “Besides, wrapping men around my finger and running a business… you should know firsthand how dangerous I am.”

I dragged my sharp nail along his throat.

He swallowed hard. Grinned at me.

His eyes glowed.

“Next time, you can keep your hands to yourself,” I said.

Vox stepped dangerously close, grabbed my waist, pulled me to him. His hot breath hit my skin. “Never,” he murmured.

Overwhelmed, I tore myself from his grip and vanished. Asshole.

────୨ৎ────

After dinner, I slipped into a light nightgown and buried myself in my books.

Balduin had curled up into a donut on the couch and was asleep.

A knock at the door.

I closed my book. Flew down to the door. Grabbed the golden doorknob and opened it.

Vox studied me immediately. “Do you have time?”

Uncertain, I nodded.

I can’t escape him. Whether because of the deal—or my inner conflict.

A gentle smile spread across his screen.

He held out his hand.

Hesitantly, I took it.

My body knew what was right. It had a reason to tremble.

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Vox led me into one of his offices.

Pictures of the Vees lined the walls. An alcohol shelf stood nearby, with a massive shark tooth displayed at the very top. Next to the door were various TV models. His old heads.

In front of me was his desk. Behind it, the huge aquarium. Sharks gliding past.

The small jets under Vox activated. He flew up.

I followed, making sure my light—and short—dress didn’t reveal too much.

Above us was a platform over the aquarium.

We landed.

Confused, I looked into the water.

Vox kicked off his shoes. “It’s time for you to meet my babies.”

He walked over to a pile of buckets.

I slipped out of my slippers and set them aside.

Vox returned with two buckets.

When I saw what was inside, my blood froze.

Body parts.

No matter how often I see corpses, that never changes.

I immediately backed away from Vox and the water.

“Don’t worry,” Vox said calmly, coldly. “They owed us money.”

Then he stripped completely. Still the serial killer I know.

I looked at his gills along his sides. His nipples were censor bars. His feet resembled fins.

But his swim trunks…

I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” He didn’t sound amused.

“Oh, nothing.” I stifled my laughter. “I just didn’t know you were into orange Hawaiian swim trunks.”

“Ha ha.” Flat.

Carefully, he put his feet into the water and sat at the edge of the platform.

Uncertain, I stood beside him.

The sharks approached.

Vox began feeding his pets.

I watched, fascinated. You only see things like this here.

“Here.” Vox held out a leg.

I got on all fours, supporting my weight on my legs.

Carefully, I took the leg.

A hammerhead approached.

“Vark. He’s the sweetest one.”

The shark came closer to the surface.

I extended the leg.

The shark bit down. Ripped it from my hands.

Reflexively, I clawed at it. Pointless. Now I just had corpse under my fingernails.

“Ew.” It slipped out.

Vox laughed.

I quickly washed my hand in the water.

“You should let go.”

“Thanks, I know.” I sat down.

“Then why didn’t you?” He chuckled. “Still like before?”

Pretend offense, I flipped my hair back. “Yes. I don’t like it when things are taken from me.”

The TV chuckled.

He gave me a bedroom look. “I know that.” Static crackled softly. “So why do you leave me to Val?”

He kept feeding them.

I followed suit. More small sharks gathered, eating from my hand.

“I have to make friends somehow.” I shrugged. “Besides, if I want sex, I’ll just find someone.”

“Oh yeah?” Vox looked at me. Flirtatious—but also like he’d kill anyone I touched. “Last night, it looked like you weren’t looking for sex, but for love.”

Suddenly, I was grateful for the buckets standing between us.

“If I want love, I’ll find someone.” I shut him down.

But the demon didn’t back off. “In our deal, I take care of your well-being.”

I stayed silent.

It dawned on me that I couldn’t just pick someone off the street without Vox noticing. Or killing them. Like before.

“If you want love, physical closeness, or even sex…” His voice darkened. “…you come to me.”

Cold washed over me.

“Then I’ll stay dry.”

The bucket was empty.

Vox stood up. Grabbed two new buckets.

“I think the only option would be a threesome.” He grinned.

“Ew!” I blurted out.

My mind couldn’t process it. Sex with two men? One of them having four arms?

Vox looked mildly shocked. “What’s wrong now?”

He set the buckets down and sat again.

“I don’t know what that kind of sex would look like,” I admitted. “Or if it’s even good. I mean, women—yes. Men—yes. But I’ve never experienced that.”

I kept feeding the sharks.

In our time, it was frowned upon to even be unmarried and have sex with a man. Women were easier. We formed communities. Protected each other.

But I had always loved the danger with Vox.

The demon chuckled beside me. “You’ll figure it out.”

I rolled my eyes.

I wondered where the big shark was. Had he locked him away?

“Before I start something with you again, I’ll end up in Heaven.”

Vox laughed.

I felt his gaze on me. “You can put your feet in the water. They should be full by now.”

Uncertain, I looked at him. “I’d rather not. I already have a hungry shark beside me.”

I shook my head.

Vox chuckled again.

Something is definitely off. Should I just let it happen?

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At the end of the feeding, Vox stood at the edge of the tank. “One round of swimming?”

His eyes reflected excitement.

The sharks had dispersed.

“I don’t have swimwear,” I dodged.

“That’s fine.” He grinned. “You can swim naked.”

Heat rushed to my face. “Absolutely not!”

Seductively, Vox stepped closer. His claws ran through my long white hair. “What do you think happened between the shower and my bed?”

He was so close. My heart raced. His gaze flirty.

I tried to step back, but he held me.

“Then you swim naked too,” I shot back.

Vox immediately stepped away.

“Not so tough now, huh?” I teased.

Without me noticing, Vox wrapped an arm around my waist.

And jumped into the water with me.

Shocked, I surfaced, gasping. “Are you insane!?”

Laughing, the demon swam to me.

The water was ice-cold.

“Maybe just a little.”

He pulled me into his arms.

I trembled.

“You’ll get used to the temperature.”

“Doesn’t your head break?” I pointed at his screen.

“Waterproof.”

The sharks returned.

“Ah!” I climbed onto Vox.

My breasts pressed against his face as I stepped onto the leg he instinctively offered.

My wings shot up, ready to flee. My tail lifted.

“Calm down,” Vox mumbled into my chest.

He pulled me onto his leg so I could sit. His hands steady on my shoulders.

My wings stayed tense.

“It’s okay,” he said gently.

Vark approached. Touched my foot.

Unexpectedly soft. And rough at the same time.

Fear still crept in.

If the giant shark hadn’t snapped at me before, this might’ve gone differently.

Vox slowly lowered me into the water until I swam on my own.

“When I get out of here, I’ll kill you!” I snarled.

Vox just laughed.

Vark returned. Brave as I am, I reached out and stroked him.

When I touched Vark, the fear eased a little.

Vox let go. Swam on with Vark.

I stayed there, unsure.

More sharks came.

“Wait!” I dove under.

With strong wing beats, I caught up.

Vark began playing with me, nudging my side.

“A race?” Vox looked at me.

I nodded.

We swam through the aquarium.

Vox was insanely fast with his fins. I was nothing in comparison.

When I ran out of air, I surfaced.

Vox followed. “Damn, you’re fast.” I grinned.

He looked proud. “And I still beat you.”

Vark nudged me from below. I sat on his head and dove as he pulled me down.

Vox followed.

Vark was incredibly fast underwater. Yet his master kept up.

I briefly lost my grip and clung to the dorsal fin.

Vox grabbed my hand, pulling me off Vark.

Like a perfectly tuned team, he boosted me to the surface.

I burst into the air like a dolphin, gasping.

Only to plunge back under.

Vox waited for me there, grabbed my hand again, and placed me back on Vark.

We sped through the water.

More sharks joined, circling me. It felt like becoming a mermaid.

I laughed. The water. The sharks. Vox at my side.

It was… magical.

Then we entered a larger area.

The water grew darker. Deeper.

My body tensed.

The giant enclosure.

“Vox.” My voice was tight underwater.

He turned, saw my panic.

Immediately, he swam to me, took my hand, and brought me to the surface.

“He’s here, isn’t he?” I looked around nervously.

“Yes,” Vox said softly. “But I’m here too.”

My heart pounded.

“Shock.wav isn’t dangerous,” Vox said calmly. “Not to you. Not anymore.”

“He tried to eat me!”

“This is insane!” I snapped. The lights flickered.

“Do you trust me?”

I looked at him. His eyes serious. Honest.

“I… I don’t know.”

My heart clenched. I trusted him once. Until that day.

“Then let me show you.”

He dove under, pulling me with him. I want to get out of here.

We went deeper.

And then I saw him.

Shock.Wav.

Huge. Massive. His silhouette in the dark water.

My body froze.

Vox held my hand tightly, swimming toward the shark.

No. No, no, no.

But Vox didn’t let go.

Shock.Wav drew closer.

I closed my eyes. Ready to fight. Ready to tear him open from the inside if I had to.

Then… something touched my hand.

Soft. Rough.

I opened my eyes.

Shock.Wav passed us slowly. His skin gliding beneath my palm.

Vox had guided my hand to him.

The shark did nothing.

Just kept swimming. Calm. Almost gentle.

We surfaced.

I gasped. “He… he didn’t attack me.”

“Because he knows you belong to me.” Vox’s voice was deep. Possessive.

Shock.Wav swam beneath us. His fin broke the surface.

Instinctively, I grabbed it.

“What are you doing!?” Vox laughed, eyes wide.

“Shock therapy!”

I held on.

Shock.Wav swam forward. Not fast. Not wild. Just steady.

Vox swam beside me, grabbing the fin too.

We let ourselves be pulled through the aquarium.

“This is… he’s incredible.” I laughed, disbelieving.

“He’s my favorite,” Vox said proudly. “And he likes you.”

Shock.Wav swam beneath us, waiting patiently.

“Can I… can I pet him?” My voice was soft.

Vox’s eyes lit up. “Of course.”

We let go of the fin and dove under.

I swam toward Shock.Wav. Slowly. Carefully.

The giant shark stopped. Waited.

I reached out.

My hand slid over his side. Shock.Wav shifted slightly, leaning into it.

He enjoyed it.

A smile crept onto my lips.

I swam along his side, stroking him. Shock.Wav followed my movement. Gentle. Patient.

Vox swam beside me, watching. His eyes on me. Soft. In love.

I didn’t notice. I was too focused on Shock.Wav.

Shock.Wav nudged me with his snout.

I laughed, bubbles escaping.

Then the shark swam beneath me, lifting me onto his back.

Vox climbed on as well.

We sat there, behind the dorsal fin. Like on a living throne.

Shock.Wav swam on. Steady. Almost lazy.

I stroked his back. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?” Vox’s voice was close. Too close.

I turned to him. “For showing me. For proving he’s not dangerous.”

“He’s not dangerous to you.” Vox’s hand suddenly covered mine. “Never again.”

My heart raced.

His hand was warm. Firm. His fingers laced with mine.

I looked at him.

He looked at me.

His screen glowed softly. His gaze… intense. Hungry. But also… tender.

“Y/N.” His thumb brushed my hand.

“Yes?” I dragged the word out, wary.

“I…” He hesitated. Swallowed. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I know.”

He smiled, crooked, shy. “Still true.”

We sat there. On the back of a giant shark.

His hand holding mine.

And for a moment… everything was perfect.

But I can’t let myself fall for him. Not completely.

“Okay, I admit it…” I laughed. “This is incredible.”

“Isn’t it?” Vox grinned proudly, like a kid showing off his favorite toy.

Shock.Wav dipped slightly, only his fin above water.

I carefully stood, spreading my wings.

“Careful!” Vox grabbed my arm.

“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “Come.”

I held out my hand.

He hesitated. Then stood, taking it.

I flew, pulling him up with me.

We flew parallel to Shock.Wav. Above the water. The shark gliding peacefully below, fast as hell.

“He’s beautiful,” I said sincerely.

Vox watched—not the shark. Me.

“Yes,” he murmured. “Beautiful.”

I turned my head, caught his gaze.

My breath hitched.

He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Vox…” My voice was sharp.

“Sorry.” He looked away quickly. “I… I shouldn’t—”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Look at you like that.” He laughed bitterly. “I know I don’t have the right.”

Silence.

Only the sound of water, Shock.Wav gliding beneath us, and my wings cutting the air.

“Maybe not,” I said softly. “But…”

“But?”

I really looked at him.

His eyes. His face. The way he held me. Carefully. Like I could vanish any second.

He’s afraid. Afraid of losing me. Again.

“But I understand,” I finished.

His eyes widened. Hope flickered.

I quickly looked away.

No. Not now. Not like this.

We slowly flew back to the platform.

Shock.Wav stayed beneath us the entire time.

I landed, knelt, and reached out.

The giant shark approached, resting his snout in my hand.

“Thank you, Shock.Wav.” I smiled, stroking him one last time. “You’re a good boy.”

The shark emitted a deep, rumbling sound. Almost like a purr.

Then he disappeared into the depths.

I stood, watching him go.

“He really likes you,” Vox said softly behind me.

“That’s… nice.” My voice trembled.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Look at me.”

Slowly, I turned.

Vox stood close. His eyes on me.

“I wanted to thank you.” His hand lifted, hesitated, then cupped my cheek. “For giving him a chance. For… trusting me.”

“I… I don’t know if I did.”

“You did.” His thumb brushed my cheek. “And it means more to me than you know.”

My heart pounded.

“I know I messed up,” he said quietly. “That I hurt you. But I…”

He hesitated, searching my face.

“I need you.”

My heart thundered.

He’s going to kiss me.

Here. Now.

His eyes dropped to my lips.

Slowly, he leaned in.

Closer.

I felt his breath. The warmth of him.

His lips were inches away.

“Vox…” My voice shook.

Part of me wanted him. Another part knew it was a trap.

His hand slid into my neck, pulling me closer.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against my lips. “Say it, and I will.”

I opened my mouth.

No words came.

He smiled. Gentle. Hopeful.

Then—

I stepped back.

“I… I can’t.” My voice broke.

His smile vanished. Pain crossed his face.

“I understand.”

“No, you don’t.” I shook my head. “You killed me, Vox. You poisoned me. And now… now you expect me to just—what? Take you back?”

“No.” He stepped back. “I don’t expect that. I just… hope.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I shouldn’t have put you in that position.”

He turned away. Walked to the towels.

I stood there. Alone. Confused.

Why did I wish he hadn’t stopped?

Vox brought me two towels.

I dried myself. He did the same.

I wrapped one around my head.

Then I slipped out of my dress and wrapped the other around myself.

Vox got dressed again.

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Quietly, I opened my bedroom door.

Balduin was still asleep on the couch.

“I should fire him,” Vox whispered in my ear.

“Then I’ll rehire him,” I grinned, trying to bring back the lightness.

I stepped inside.

Vox took my hand. Kissed my knuckles. Slowly. His eyes on me.

“Sleep well, my love.”

I blushed again.

“See you tomorrow.”

The door closed.

I leaned against it.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He almost kissed me.

And I pushed him away.

So why… why did it feel like a mistake?

Part of me wanted to run back. Kiss him. Forget what he’d done.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

Maybe never.

𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ 𓆩❤︎𓆪 ᯤ

Autors Note:

Hey guys, I got so engrossed in this chapter that it became so long…

As always, see you soon and love you all, bye! <33

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