Headcanon - Vox uses Nanobots / Tries to Change Al
This one is fucked up, and I never really had a use for it.
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Tonight we are Vee-ctorious
Vox uses a fight as a disguise to inject some nanotech riiiight into the wound from adam, as well as hooking into Alastor’s technological biology with his cables. He uses that connection to begin an attack from the inside right into the airwaves, the brain, the nervous system all bound up with radio based magic that fights back.
The tech manipulating the outside into a newer, sleeker more modern format, creating a radio demon for the 21st century much to the horror of the demon whose own flesh is rebelling against him, his powers unable to revert these tiny machines he does not understand. You kill a hundred, and more continue to swarm, his powers were already depleted when Vox started this.
Vox is gloating “Yes, I’ve finally fucking got you, Alastor! This time, I’m going to be the one moulding you into something perfect… even if I have to drag your ancient deer ass kicking and screaming into the future. How does the head of your own podcasting service sound? Hah, that’s right, you can’t answer right now can you? Well the answer is yes. You’re going to do it, and I can absolutely make you. So just sit back and let the ‘bots do their job… hurts less if you just let it happen.”
Husk, who had been in the middle of a rather nice date with Angel in the back atrium of the new hotel, freezes as his collar appears, the chain beginning to change to electric blue as it hurtled towards him, only for the green to flare once before it shattered. All at once, his overlord powers snapped back like a punch to the face, it was disorienting… as was the sudden sheen of silver tipping his claws.
“...fuck.”
“Husky… ya free?” Angel grinned, unshed tears brimming at the waterline, shocked into stillness by the sudden shockwave of power. There’s a beat or two before his eyes widened. “Wait, does that mean Smiles is-...?”
“...it’s worse than that. It means Vox got him and I gotta go kill him.”
“Vox?”
“Nah, Al. It’s part of our deal… he snuck it in there a while back, but I get it. My collar would break if Vox ever got to the Radio Demon and he couldn’t escape, and I just have to… go kill him, for real. It’s kinder than anything Vox will do to him.”
“What? No, you can’t kill the fucking Radio Demon, he’s an Overlord!”
Husk rolls his shoulders, yellow aura tinging the man as his clothing snapped back to something that screamed made man, all confident gambler and not scraggly bartender…
“Yeah? Well, Legs… so am I. I’ll make this fucked up date up to you later, alright?”
Something sparkles in those eyes in response that wasn’t fear, but they didn’t have time for Angel to work through this new little excitement. He waves the other off. “Don’t worry about it. Maybe I think this makes it more interesting, huh? It’s kinda romantic to go get our weird deer uncle back, as a couple, huh?”
Husk laughs. “You’re ridiculous Angel. I like that in a man.”
A frantic shadow arrives to Husk’s location to latch onto his arm, imparting in flashes the location and that Alastor was ‘almost gone’.
It portals them to the location easily enough, but then pools on the floor in a glitching mess.
Vox is barely aware of their arrival, too busy gloating, monologuing and managing the variety of wires and bots in their reconstruction of the demon before him, the clothing switching to more modern attire, patterns of circuitry sliding under Alastor’s skin and up his antlers.
Dissolving his stitched smile through a combination of magic and technology. Come up with better explanation re transformation. Last to go are his red eyes, filled with rage and terror, they flick towards Husk and Angel in the last second before they flash black… radio dials gone, the Voxtech logo taking their place. And the demon stops fighting.
“YES! YES I FUCKING GOT YOU FINALLY!” Vox crows, fists clenched in celebration as he shouts his joy to the universe. Additional cables latch onto the body before him, pulsing lights feed something down into the unresponsive radio demon, echoing under the skin as it fed to the brain etc.
The television demon crouched, hand on the too-still radio demon’s cheek, a vicious mockery of affection no matter how genuine Vox thought himself to be. “Hey, just let it happen, Al. I promise it’s not that bad… in fact, you’re gonna love what me and Vel have cooked up for you, your own little niche in the technological age, not just podcasts but audiobooks and internet radio. We’re thinking of calling it Vaudible… thought you might like that. Hmmm… you’re less fun all quiet like this, but I can’t say I don’t like being able to finish a sentence without your smart mouth ruining the moment.”
There’s a pause, “Heh, speaking of your smart mouth… there’s a few other things I think we’ve both always wanted to do that you were too stubborn to try. Lucky for me, you’re a little more compliant now, and my tech might finally fix the fucked up parts of you that won’t let you love me back. Gonna be fun letting Val and Vel have their turns with you… but you’re going to be mine first for a long, long time, deer. I waited so long for this…”
Vox tilted the deer demon’s face towards him and pressed his mouth hard against the slackened expression there. Caring little for the slight twitches that tried to jerk from his grip, his eye starting to swirl as the pulsing wires redoubled their efforts to bury the consciousness within the husk before them.
Angel was sick to his stomach. Sure, it was nothing on what Val had put him through, but he never liked seeing someone forced… and at least he had good experiences to drift into when things got too fucked up. This was… well, it was Violation on a level beyond the physical; just the idea that Vox was also in Alastor’s head right now, not letting him pull away from the nightmare of being touched in a way that clearly horrified him, was enough to fill Angel with rage.
Husk stepped in first, however, clearly disgusted by the situation.
“You might want to put your tongue back in your freaky mouth, Vox, ‘cause I want a word.”
Those electronic eyes analyse the demon before him. “Ohoh-hooooo, look who got his powers back from daddy-deerest, hmmm? No need to thank me. But if you’re looking to get your pound of flesh from Al, you’ll have to wait until I’ve had a chance to pound that flesh first… in every way imaginable. He’s been teasing me for decades, and I want a chance to break him first before any of his former thralls try to get revenge, okay? I think that’s fair.”
He might not love Alastor, or want to return to being friends like they sort of once were… but hearing someone speak about the guy like that was galling. Husk knew Alastor disliked touch, and wasn’t interested in ‘all that tomfoolery’ around sex and relationships, he just Was Himself and the world moved around him. It was weird, and some thought he was fucked in the head for that (Husk would argue that the love of murder was, in fact, more significant than the lack of interest in carnal acts and dating), but it rarely ever came up anymore.
This was revolting to the Overlord on a deep level. Reminded him how closely linked Vox and Valentino were, how fundamentally similar the pair were under all that showmanship and the thin veneer of civility that drew in the masses.
His lip curled in anger, but he managed to sweep it back into a gambler’s bland smirk. All easy confidence and nonchalance, the kind that you wore no matter how fantastic or abysmal the hand you’d been dealt was.
“You sure? I mean, I know you always had a thing for him, but at least he never had ya on his chain… think I deserve to at least get my licks in, so he knows I’m going to be gunning for him when you three are done with whatever you’re up to. I just know there probably won’t be enough left to even recognise what I’m gonna do…”
Vox actually appeared to consider this. “Well, you do make a fantastic point, Husk… and you’re welcome to join in after we get first dibs on the ‘ruining’ front… but I can see how it would be frustrating to wait for revenge. Fuck knows I understand, because I’ve been plotting this shit for decades. And today, of all days, I fucking WON over this smug bastard… and now he’s mine.”
Angel shifted uncomfortably, and drew Vox’s attention accidentally. Funny how something 8ft tall could shrink down when he was anxious.
“Oh? You brought Val’s little pet here too?”
“Course I did.” Husk replied, smoothly lying on the fly. “If you’d had to live with Alastor swanning about the hotel and lording his overlord status over ya all the time, always shoving it in your face that you were a Thing and not a Person… well, you’d wanna be here to see him get his ass handed to him, too. Right?”
Vox laughed. “That true, angelcakes?”
The consummate actor, Angel’s expression flushed vengefully cruel and broke into a wide cruel smile of too sharp teeth. “You betcha tight techno ass, Boss, I’ve wanted to put that deer in his place since he turned up at the hotel. Maybe on his knees, in fronta me, with his mouth full if ya know what I mean…”
The words were sour on his tongue, but he’d played this little tightrope walking game with Valentino before to know how to keep his true feelings quashed down, to say and do only what they wanted to see. To be convincing.
“Hmmm, now that… I think I want to see. I’ll talk to Val about adding that to the next set of shoots, it’ll be a ratings bonanza with the weird demographics he attracts. Everyone who ever lusted after this creepy fucker, everyone who ever wanted to fuck him until he just shut the fuck up, the people he defeated bitterly, and of course his weird die hard fans of that little show who would listen to him cough for an hour rather than turn off the radio. We’ll get them all if we go ‘Adult Video killed the Radio Star’ on him.”
“Now you’re Dirty Talkin’ my language, tech daddy!” Angel simpers, his eyes watching and assessing the Overlord to find a clue as to how to proceed. One of his lower arms is in his pocket, blindly texting Vaggie for support right now, because right now they needed help majorly right now.
“So, you gonna let me take a swing before you ruin him beyond anything I can get satisfaction outta? I mean, I promise not to break anything too vital, but it’s just… you don’t get a chance like this all that often, right?”
“True, true… look, you willing to make a little deal, overlord to overlord? No souls. Just a friendly little deal where I let you whale on Al for a few minutes, and you find yourself open to a little meeting with the Vees when your Casino is back up and running. We’re all about promotion and ad revenue, and your joint was a swinging success before any of us even had a chance to reach out… imagine what we could do together, hmmm?”
“That all? Tch, you got a deal.”
(deal sealing magic)
Vox steps aside with an elaborate wave at the vaguely stirring deer on the ground, some of the wires snapping away with bloody pops to allow others to drag the demon upright. “Just because we’re all friends here, I’ll even let our resident scarlet starlet take a shot if he wants. Just don’t aim for anything too annoying to patch up, there’s only so many times you should have to deal with a partner bleeding out from some fatal nonsense mid-fuck. Ruins the mood.”
“Really? Gee, thanks Boss!” Angel chirps, hiding his eye twitching by forcing his smile wider as a tommy gun appeared with his fifth arm. He swallowed sharply in order to get the next line out, playing distraction as Husk sauntered closer. “You got any preference for the shot, Boss? I know some people like an extra hole in the right place, makes it a whole new level of… sinful.”
The television begins to actively glitch at that, flustered by the idea, and flickering as his mind created options.
Husk grasped Alastor by the chin, digging his claws in and growling. “Why aren’t you smiling, ‘boss’? Suddenly not so happy to see your little pet cat with his claws extended, huh? Well, lucky for you, I got orders not to fuck you up too badly… but I’m here to remind you that you chained down an Overlord, not just any sinner, when you stole my life from me!”
Angel hazarded a glance at Vox and was horrified to find the man was visibly aroused. He fights instinct to not simply shoot the picture box in the dick right there and then.
Husk makes a show of raising Alastor off the ground, and then stopping short as the cables tugged, too short. “Hey Vox, you got an extension cord for these things or can ya drop ‘em for a sec? Hard to piledrive a guy into the pavement without enough leverage, you know?”
Clearly the phrasing was sending Vox on another tangent, as red spilled out down his screen from a sharp toothed grin. “Hmmm? Oh, yeah, of course… piledrive away, pussy cat.”
Cables snapped free easily, and Husk raised the other again, before bringing him down hard. Sinking the other a few inches into the concrete below.
“...Husk… er…. Please…”
“Hah! He’s BEGGING that’s fucking pathetic, Bambi, you know it’s not gonna work. Not with Husk, not with me, or Val or Vel or hell, even Angel Dust here…” Vox laughed, chillingly.
He didn’t understand. Husk did, though.
His claws flexed out and his arm raised, ready to deliver a fatal blow as it descended again, but the glint of the angelic capping caught Vox’s attention.
A cable whips about his arm and yanks back.
“Y0000ooU@$%uuuuuuuuU Fuckin$%$%g DARE?!” Vox howls, squaring up to Overlord form in rage. “That’s MY FU@%$cKINg deer, and you just what… decided to M333rcyyyy kill hi111m? Fuck off!"
Angel’s fingers are on the triggers, tensing to pull when he gets a Husk-less shot, heart pounding. And then the cavalry arrives.Niffty launches herself through the portal at Vox, dagger outstretched to take him out… but he turns his screen into a feed of her face and she freezes, pupil shrinking. Next, Charlie and Vaggie, both armed with a weapon. They force Vox back as a rather frustrated looking Lucifer arrives as well, taking in the whole scene with a pointed frown on his face.
With a sigh, he gestures to Husk. “Bring him over here so I can block whatever the tv guy is trying to use to drag them both into that camera over there.” etc.
Vox is killed with non-angelic steel, so he’ll reboot, but his body is photographed and uploaded to media. #radiosnotdead as an injoke.
Charlie is beside herself to learn what happened and almost happened.
Vaggie is not a fan of Alastor, but she winced at the idea of being bound like that and forced to-... she shuddered, kicking the corpse again.
Angel asks the king for bleach to wash his eyes and mouth out, and Charlie has to grab the manifested bottle out of reach before anyone can hurt themselves.
Husk is angry and frustrated and relieved and annoyed. He failed… but Alastor was sort of safe now, right? He could keep his freedom?
Niffty had to be restrained. She was feeling a strong desire to perish from Alastor, and wanted to help… so the knife was removed from her hands, and the Spider kept his limbs on her.
Lucifer was more confused than anything.
“I have no idea what he did, but I can barely see the smug fucker’s Self i there anymore. It’s all… blue, where there should be red.”
“Charlie… like I said, you gotta just… let me end him. He…” How to explain it? “Look, Vox has been obsessed for decades and never took no for the answer it was, and Al knew one day the guy would try something desperate enough that Vox might win and force him to be whatever the box wanted. My contract says I need to kill him, if that happened… so just… go back to the hotel, cause I don’t want you to see this.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. WE are going back to the hotel, and someone here or all of us are going to work out how to fix him,because if it could be done then it can be undone. No killing. No more-...” she chokes. “No more lost friends. Understood?”
“Yeah, yeah, if you insist. C’mon… if he’s going to live, I’m gonna need t’change his bandages anyway.”
“Husk.”
Shit, he fucked up.
“Look at me.”
His eyes turn to meet hers at the Royal Command in the tone.
“WHAT. BANDAGES?”
“The, uh… the ones covering an injury that was taking time to heal?”
“And how did that happen?”
“Well, Overlords fight, Charlie, it-...” she frowned deeper. “Okay, fine, he can’t force my silence so… Adam hit him pretty good, and it won’t heal right. Pretty sure it’s why Vox managed to get the upper hand today.”
[Back at hotel, managing injury, manage to disperse the remaining nanobots by angelic purge, can slowly revert body over time. Powers and thoughts changed.
Confused and angry, Angel provides solace. Vox is disgraced. Valentino dies somehow in this fic.]
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As an aside, maybe its finally revealed to everyone in the hotel that having a phone means that they officially have a small deal with voxtech, which they never realised until someone uses the airwaves to make the tiny rings appear, chains electric blue and stretching off into their smartphone screens.
Which pisses off Lucifer. His phone doesn’t have the connection, only because Vox is sure he’d die for being so presumptuous, but Charlie’s has a binding clause. It’s something small in the agreement when you power up the phones. Each gen is different and the Agree & Continue information is altered based on the plan each person is on.
Reblogging this because ya’ll still want to run your mouths.
Okay, you know what, "HellCheer" fandom?
Grow up.
This site is FOR looking at all types of media, fan work and professional, mainstream and indie, and then SAYING HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT IT. Doesn't mean you have to like what people say. Doesn't mean you have to agree. Doesn't mean you have to be offended.
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how insecure do you have to be to find one person in a sea of like-minded individuals who happens to not agree with you, and then spend time typing up long, nasty responses? You don't have anything better to do?
You wanna be the kind of fandom that says "everybody is entitled to their opinion...unless I have to see it and I disagree with it, and heaven help you if you DARE dislike something I MADE."
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So here's MY opinion, and I'm throwing it into the water for the sharks to shatter their teeth on: Doverstar is the best fanfiction writer to ever put anything under the "HellCheer" tag. When she uses the tropes she hates, it's tasteful and it's built up and it's salt on a strong, delicious foundational meal of good storytelling. It's not just a plate of salt, all taste, no substance. UNLIKE what Doverstar claims, I have actually read the majority of non-M and unrated fanfic for HellCheer that has accurate grammar and some grasp on paragraph breaks. I have only made it through a handful of them. Because Doverstar's is head-and-shoulders above the rest.
So keep tossing crap in her inbox and spending all your time defending yourself against an imaginatedly-personal attack that wasn't directed at you, and came from someone who actually has something great going for her. Someone who remembered that PEOPLE are on the other side of that post you don't like, and that nobody with class or a basic understanding of mature human decency spends so much time typing up mean-spirited crap and high-school drama text posts to directly attack an opinion she simply disagrees with.
Doverstar has class. She's kind. So she took her post down because it offended some of you.
I do not have that measure of class or kindness. I am a full-fledged hypocrite in this matter. You want to argue, come argue with me. I don't get tired. I don't get hurt over this crap. I have time.
Doverstar has nothing to do with this reply, did not ask to be defended, and would not want me to stir the pot, but I'm stirring it. so y'all can direct your subsequent ferocious responses to me if you've got the nerve.
So, animebatallion and pheonixwrites asked to hear my Sango impression, and I'm more than happy to post a small audio clip! However, I can only do a semi-decent vocal impression and I need some ideas on what to say!
Would go guys be so kind as to leave a few short lines that Sango would say?
