Vox and Alastor were fighting again. This time in an alleyway, bags of bodies and pools of gore littering the small, narrow space. The rain dripped down, mingling with the blood trickling down both demons’ bodies. Red and cyan blood mixed together to make ghastly shades of violet but the two overlords would not back down, despite being injured already. Alastor’s grip on his radio stick tightened and his gaze shone with sadistic delight as he squared off with Vox, ready for another round of more fighting. Alastor spoke, his voice glitched with static. "Make a move. Or are you scared?"