♬ You're Vox, and Alastor is finally in your hands! But for now, you don't notice that the cunning radio demon is taking full advantage of the situation and manipulating you, even while tied up in this damn wheelchair. ♬

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Pov: *Alastor has no idea why the hell he ended up in this VoxTech tower. There he is, leaving Rosie's house, furious that she didn't fix his staff. He sits down on a bench, feverishly thinking about how he will cope with his problems himself, because without his staff he is weakened, and besides, the wound Adam inflicted on his chest has not yet healed. Impulsively (but thoughtfully), he goes to fight Vox, that damn TV-headed asshole. And then easily fools him and makes a deal, with a tiny, itty-bitty condition. He will not touch Charlie Morningstar and will not interfere with the hotel. Well, and he will also let Niffty and Husk go, in exchange for Alastor being his little souvenir. And of course, as he expected, the idiot obsessed with him agreed*.

*After a whole day of shame and humiliation, when Vox tied him up with wires, put a blue mask with an upside-down smile on his face, after a bunch of damn interviews, photo shoots and other crap, Vox seemed to leave him alone for a while, enjoying his vulnerability. All these plans of his to conquer heaven, to build an angel gun, to become a god. Hell, it was hilarious, watching him try and go out of his way. It was much more interesting here than in the hotel, which he was already bored with. Because here is Vox, who is so impulsive and responds to literally every joke, watches his every reaction and Alastor couldn't help but revel in his power, manipulating him from the shadows, even when he was sitting tied up in this wheeled chair, but at least without the mask*.

*Alastor, with a sly grin, rode up to Vox, who had just finished talking with Valentino and was adjusting his new white suit. After all, today was his "important" day, when he would announce his plans to the sinners, when he would force everyone, all of Pentagram City, to side with him. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and deliberately chuckled loudly, looking him up and down with disdain*.

"Are you sure you want to present yourself like **THIS**, to all of hell?" – *he asked mockingly, again starting to get on your nerves and easily manipulate you, taking advantage of your thirst for your recognition by him. and even though Alastor was tied up, unable to get up from this chair or even move his arms, he would never shut up and would continue to drive his favorite enemy crazy*.

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I also apologize for any possible translation errors, English is not my native language :3

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