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“Wish I got to see ya back then,”, Angel hummed wistfully, closing his mismatched eyes thoughtfully as he’d tried to imagine the scene, “back when you’d been an Overlord.”
“Honestly, Angel,”, Husk sighed in turn, a grimace near-audible in his deep voice, “I really don’t think you do.”
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Angel finds himself somehow transported back in time. Back to when he’d only just met Valentino. Back to when Husk had still been a fearsome, powerful overlord.
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- Part 5 of Husk/Angel for my soul.
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You're broken from the start, no victory will ever be enough
Vee Tower was looking distinctly less immaculate than it had mere hours ago. Much of the surrounding area was reduced to rubble, bodies were still being pulled from the decimation. Golden smoke streamed into the red night sky, creating a haze that lingered in the hopes of all sinners. The effort to rebuild would be a nuisance, and the remaining Vees would likely try to push blame elsewhere, not wanting to claim the monstrosity their former third had unleashed. The corner of Alastor's mouth twitched with unbridled joy.
His plan had worked.
Alastor steals Head Vox and brings him to the hotel. Chaos will ensue.
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Alastor let the reality of the situation sink in. Now, he not only felt sick from the infernal drug, but felt sick with himself. For being blindsided. For being weak enough to be caught by it. For being so weak. He wouldn’t let himself show the fear clenching at his heart, threatening him with the unknown. He had no clue what this would mean for him or what would happen. This was far beyond his range of experience.
He couldn’t allow Vox to see him in such a state.
“And what’s in it for you?” Alastor asked slowly.
“If anyone is taking you down, it's not going to be some random motherfucker off the street. It’s going to be me,” Vox answered with a quiet earnestness. He stood, not facing the half-conscious deer. “Rest. I’ll find the antidote or whatever the fuck it is will fix you.”
------Alastor gets slipped a love potion while at a bar, and Vox finds him half-conscious in an alleyway. Vox takes it upon himself to figure out what happened and how to help his old pal. Things do get a lil' dicey and spicy along the way.
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We all know that scene where Emily takes the brunt of the impact from Vox's machine and loses a wing, right? Well, did everyone notice Alastor dragging himself across the ground trying to get away before Vox aimed it straight at them? This is a little more in-depth, where Vox is even creepier, Alastor didn't escape Shok.wav or the blast unharmed, and the hotel-goers remind him he has a family now.
ALSO (I'm putting this on all my works, now, so please don't feel targeted if you already asked before this was added) -- BEFORE YOU ASK, I WILL NOT ACCEPT COMMISSIONS OF MY WORKS. WHILE I AM FLATTERED THAT SOME PEOPLE WANT TO, I WILL TURN THEM DOWN, FOR A VARIETY OF REASONS I DO NOT WISH TO DISCLOSE. IF YOU WANT TO DISCUSS SUGGESTIONS YOU HAVE FOR OTHER WORKS, OR SUGGESTIONS FOR CHANGES TO EXISTING ONES, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE COMMENTS (you can also reach out to me on discord if you really want to, but I'm not as good about replying there -- sambrekker).
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- Part 2 of Hell Is Forever (Chaotic)
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“Are you a demon?” Vincent asked, eyeing the shadow on the wall with more curiosity than fear.
“I’m your benefactor, my dear,” the voice answered. It laughed, a strange, tinny noise that grated on the ears and gave nothing away. “You’re careless, you’re sloppy, and you need someone to help you. That’s where I come in.”
Vincent wasn’t interested in sharing. And yet, with the handcuffs digging into his wrists and the mountain of evidence threatening the success he’d fought and killed for, the demon’s proposition offered a unique opportunity.
“What do you want in return?” he asked.
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Vincent Whittman is a suspect in several murders when Alastor offers him a deal.