Alastor released Valentino as he turned his head towards Angel. He wanted to reassure the spider that everything would be all right. (How strange!) He knew he'd just declared war on the Three V's. Doing so would put all the other overlords on high alert. All of Hell would be on high alert:
The Radio Demon hadn't been weakening all this time like some believed. He'd just been waiting, an apex predator biding its time. He wondered if Lucifer would call the Goetic demons to the palace again to brace for an attack that would never come. He had no interest in ruling -- him abandoning the territory he could've easily claimed proved that -- but Lucifer was a proud man (appropriate) who believed that someone would attempt to overthrow him like he attempted to overthrow his Father millennia ago.
"You can have him!" Vox blurted out, saving Alastor from having to say a word. "Just take him! And this!"
It didn't fail to register with both media demons that Vox was using what limited control he had over the radio waves to summon a digital copy of a soul contract to hover in front of Alastor. It glitched and sputtered until Alastor loosened his control over the wireless signals enough for it to solidify into parchment.
"It's not the real deal -- " They both knew that, but Vox was clearly trying to avoid punishment from Valentino. (A reflex? Alastor was no fan of Vox but seeing his rival cowering at someone other than him made him want to stomp one fine dress shoe down on the moth's head.) " -- but it's a copy for you to look over. Knowing you, you'll find some loophole Val missed. Just...just put things back, take him, and leave. We'll call it a draw."
"And by 'put things back', you mean...?" It didn't do to leave things undefined.
"Just clean up your changes to the decor and let go of the wireless." Vox didn't have a way to swallow but Alastor was sure he would've done so.
"I expect that once Valentino heals he'll come for Angel."
"Probably," Vox said. He looked down at the ruins of the moth. His circuits glitched as they failed to process that the pimp had been brought so low and Alastor hadn't even broken a sweat doing it. (Angel wasn't the only one under Valentino's thumb much as Vox refused to admit it.) "But it'll take a while. I mean...look at him."
Alastor didn't need to look. He knew it gave him plenty of time to look over the contract. Find a way to annul it. "I told him that I didn't like people breaking my toys," he said playfully.
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The Radio Demon hadn't been weakening all this time like some believed. He'd just been waiting, an apex predator biding its time. He wondered if Lucifer would call the Goetic demons to the palace again to brace for an attack that would never come. He had no interest in ruling -- him abandoning the territory he could've easily claimed proved that -- but Lucifer was a proud man (appropriate) who believed that someone would attempt to overthrow him like he attempted to overthrow his Father millennia ago.
"You can have him!" Vox blurted out, saving Alastor from having to say a word. "Just take him! And this!"
It didn't fail to register with both media demons that Vox was using what limited control he had over the radio waves to summon a digital copy of a soul contract to hover in front of Alastor. It glitched and sputtered until Alastor loosened his control over the wireless signals enough for it to solidify into parchment.
"It's not the real deal -- " They both knew that, but Vox was clearly trying to avoid punishment from Valentino. (A reflex? Alastor was no fan of Vox but seeing his rival cowering at someone other than him made him want to stomp one fine dress shoe down on the moth's head.) " -- but it's a copy for you to look over. Knowing you, you'll find some loophole Val missed. Just...just put things back, take him, and leave. We'll call it a draw."
"And by 'put things back', you mean...?" It didn't do to leave things undefined.
"Just clean up your changes to the decor and let go of the wireless." Vox didn't have a way to swallow but Alastor was sure he would've done so.
"I expect that once Valentino heals he'll come for Angel."
"Probably," Vox said. He looked down at the ruins of the moth. His circuits glitched as they failed to process that the pimp had been brought so low and Alastor hadn't even broken a sweat doing it. (Angel wasn't the only one under Valentino's thumb much as Vox refused to admit it.) "But it'll take a while. I mean...look at him."
Alastor didn't need to look. He knew it gave him plenty of time to look over the contract. Find a way to annul it. "I told him that I didn't like people breaking my toys," he said playfully.