#voxistential

[bewitchedmuses]

@voxistential // Continued

Alastor sat on the corner of the other overlord's desk, lone leg crossed over the other extra cunty today as he grinned at Vox. "No spoilers, my dear Vox." He said with an amused hum.

The radio demon could go wherever he pleased. Where ever there was shadows he could manifest there, no matter how tight security was. But he wouldn't reveal that secret to Vox. "But I'll tell you that I promise you'll enjoy it~" Alastor said smoothly as he reached out to caress the other's screen. "Anyways, how have you been? Glad to see you're doing well."

[aisthedaze]

@voxistential continued.

A low growl escaped Aislinn’s throat as she bore her fangs, her scowl deepening as she looked at the media overlord with a look that could kill. He had the nerve to show up here, after everything he’d done? After what he put Charlie, Lucifer and herself through?! The slander, the lies, the villainizing…ESPECIALLY for them!

She was still angry about being referred to as Charlie’s pet too.

She moved fast, pinning him to the wall by the neck with one hand, growling with her snout scrunched as she raised claws in the other. Hell’s Human wasn’t going to let this sludge try anything. He was nothing but a liar with the most fragile ego she’d ever seen in her life. He was a sad, pathetic little man.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d be real happy to see the guy who abused him and his power and tried to kill his daughter.”

The human would never forget that; How he made Charlie feel so small and powerless, how he’d damaged her relationship with her father through his manipulation, how he made her and Charlie fight, how he’d used everyone for his damn selfish scheme and ridiculous vendetta against Alastor, how he’d hurt Lucifer using him as a battery…

Not today, prick. Or EVER again!

She leans in, her voice low and filled with venom.

“Allow me to give you the VIP invite treatment then.”

She hurls him down to the floor, hard. She then pins him again, her about to rip out his wired throat with her teeth.

Time to unplug, bitch.

[theserpnt]

a plotted starter for @voxistential

"oh good, you saw it." while lucifer didn't have the other's number directly, he had a feeling vox had been keeping an eye on his phone lately, so all he had to do was text a jargon number that he wanted to meet with the overlord late one night in the hotel kitchen and he was certain the message would get across. apparently, he was right. "pretty creepy you're looking through my messages, but..." that was a topic for another day. right now, there was another issue to address.

the devil leaned back against one of the counters and sighed, arms crossed, clearly trying to keep a distance. "this is gonna sound really cliché and i swear it's probably not what you think it's going to be, but... we need to talk. actually talk."

it wouldn't be the first time lucifer tried to bring this up, but it seemed like the sinner wasn't very up for conversing whenever they crossed paths recently. it was routine at this point: he would try to start an actual conversation or voice this particular concern, vox would brush it off and distract with some very well placed touches, and then lucifer would wake up to an empty bed later with zero things actually discussed. he was determined not to let it happen again.

[wondrouscalamity]

𝑽𝒐𝒙   ( @voxistential )   𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅   𝒕𝒉𝒆   𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈   𝒐𝒇   𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 ― i   never   said   i   was   a   good   person.

 ❝   I   DIDN'T   NEED   YOU   TO   TELL   ME   YOU   WEREN'T   A   GOOD   PERSON.   I   HAVE   EYES,   I   CAN   SEE   THAT   YOU'RE   A   PIECE   OF   SHIT.   ❞  

    eyes   roll   at   the   television's   stupid   words.   arms   crossing   over   his   chest   with   a   visible   scowl.   how   this   one   just   LOVES   to   hear   himself   ramble   on   and   on.         ❝   If   you   were   anywhere   near   a   decent   person   while   you   were   alive   you   wouldn't   be   HERE.   You   know,   in   HELL.   Got   any   other   obvious   things   to   point   out   ?  Get it out of your system. ❞

[crimsonrelics]

@voxistential continued from here

"--Why the FUCK are you a TV?" Somehow, amongst everything, the visual look of Vox gets through to him in a way that brings him out of the panic he's heading towards; confusion and surprise edging into his voice instead. It's still loud and forceful, a remanence of the anger, but Vox's presence isn't immediately discounted. Who the hell was this guy, anyway? He wasn't there at the hotel; not that he saw, anyway. He was too busy kicking the shit out of others.

A beat, maybe two passes, and Adam takes a breath. His attention slips back towards the sky, and with a frustrated sound, he finally gets the hell up.

"Yeah, well, easy solution, weirdo. I'll stop screaming. Now get the fuck away from me, shit-face."

[mic-check-smile]

@voxistential Started following mic-check-smile

"My good sir I don't wish to alarm you, but your face is a picture box! How positively dreadful that must be!" Curiously the young little mortal would poke and prod at the demons chest, grinning from ear to ear.

"How strange! You're not like any creature I've ever met before~" He purred, absolutely fascinated.

[theserpnt]

@voxistential continued from here

lucifer definitely had his guard up when vox first appeared at the bar, both because of their last encounter, and from the bartender's own warning when he saw the overlord approach. but as the night wore on, the other was slightly less insufferable than he usually was— not that he was about to forget the prior threats and intimidation. he was still kind of pissed about that. but at least it was nice not to be completely alone and just talk a little when he wasn't feeling his best.

and maybe it was the beelzejuice ( it definitely played a part ), but he was feeling a bit bolder than usual. he nearly chuckled at vox's pause, and then took another sip of his martini before the reply made him look over again. this felt... a little dangerous, but he wasn't exactly opposed. lucifer figured this was better than feeling bitter and lonely as he had been when he first sat down at the hotel bar.

"do anything about it?" he echoed. there was a glance to his nearly unfinished glass and then back to the other. he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "no, i don't think so. that sounds like a disaster... i'm not making stupid choices tonight, sorry."

[theserpnt]

@voxistential continued from here

was vox... expecting him? and here he thought he'd been sneaky getting into the tower, wanting to confront the overlord for everything he had done. lucifer was fully aware that this was a risky idea, something incredibly impulsive that shouldn't have been done without backup, but he couldn't simply sit around without closure forever with vox free to continue living his life like nothing.

"hilarious," he responded with a scoff. it was slightly unnerving to see that his visit wasn't some big surprise like he'd hoped, but the devil was sure to keep his composure. he stepped up to the desk and placed both hands on it. "i'm not here to fight you." as if he could, anyway. "i want answers, vox. just tell me what i need to know, and i'll go away."