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What better way to test Vox’s growing powers than on the Radio Demon himself? After all, he was the most powerful sinner in hell.
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22 Feb 2026
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Alastor had been a god. He had grown bored. In the end, he came back to play with his favourite picturebox.
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22 Feb 2026
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Flash.
The light blinded him for an instant.
Vincent turned, startled, and found himself facing a short, nervous demon holding a phone—a huge phone, the kind the paparazzi used—with both hands. His eyes, wide with excitement, stared fixedly at him.
—Vox? —the demon's voice trembled—. Is that you? Is it really you?
Vincent felt the world stop.
No. No. No.
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- Part 3 of My Dear Vincent
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22 Feb 2026
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Vox had always known Alastor would be the type to go for 'cruel and unusual' punishment, and he should have figured that same logic would apply to the concept of revenge. He had tried to wipe the guy off the face of Hell, after all. It was hardly any argument that Vox was fully prepared to murder-suicide his way into that success, because he knew Alastor had never seen the merit in Vox's 'if I can't have you, nobody fucking should' argument.
Oh yes, he'd always known Alastor was a fucking psychopath. It was part of what made Vox's heart beat just that little bit faster, just being close to that level of insanity. Somebody who could not only match, but exceed his freak.
He probably should've said 'had made' his heart beat faster – given... you know. The whole 'head without a body' thing. Except Vox had a body. Or, to be more accurate, Alastor had Vox's body, which brought him around full circle to 'cruel and unusual punishment'.
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- Part 18 of RadioStatic One Shots
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21 Feb 2026
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A scent.
Not Alastor's. That was everywhere, moss and whiskey, wrapping around him like a blanket. This was different. Fainter. But there. Impregnated in Alastor's clothes, his skin, his breath.
Sweet. Omega. Apples.
Vox froze.
His brain, which had been about to completely shut down, came back to life with the force of a punch. Apples. That smell. That fucking smell. He knew it. He knew it too well.
The King.
Lucifer.
Vox growled. A sound that wasn't the submissive whimper from a second ago, but something sharper. More furious. His hands, which had been weakly caressing Alastor's chest, tensed. Pushed. Pressed.
—Get off me.
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- Part 1 of Static and Moss
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21 Feb 2026