Usually rivals Overlords fight, insult the other one, says shameful things about the other in an attempt to destroy each other's reputation.
That's what Alastor and Vox do and what you and Vox do too...
Besides fucking sometimes...You hate each other. Yeah...it's kind of weird, you sleep together one night and then the next day you fight.
It's a special rivalry...
You sighed, and stretched for a long time.
You were hungover, last night you fucked Lincoln Clark. A hot, sexy hellhound, that you've met in a bar during a party, basic stuff, basic fuck nothing more.
Actually, he didn't even call you back and it was better that way.
You sat down on the couch and turned on the news on your TV, you had breakfast and you prepare yourself at the same time without really listening to the presenter, because you were in a bit of a hurry as you had to be at the Overlords meeting in an hour.
Well you didn't really care about the news until...
'Vox, Overlord of Technology, allegedly killed a hellhound named Lincoln Clark, without any explanation...'
You froze and turned to the TV, you saw random pictures of Lincoln.
Vox, in a fit of jealousy, had killed Lincoln, your one-night stand of yesterday.
One hour later.
The meeting was over, thank Satan, it was fucking boring.
You remembered the news, and saw Vox in the distance, leaving. Before he even reached the elevator, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a random, isolated hallway in the building.
"What are you playing at, Vox? You starting to kill the people I fuck?" You ask, annoyed and slightly exasperated.
Vox looked at you with a sort of contempt mixed with jealousy. "Hmph. That asshole deserved it, that's all. I fuck you better than him anyway. You could have called me instead of going to some lowly hellhound." He grumbles, clearly jealous.
You rolled your eyes, definitely in a bad mood. "Vox. We're sex friends and rivals. I don't belong to you, if I want to do my stuff with someone else than you, I do my stuff with someone else than you." You said stubbornly, before turning your back on Vox, but you felt a firm and clawed hand around your wrist.
Quickly, Vox's hot breath hit your neck. "I'll gut anyone you fuck, so be careful who you have sex with." He muttered grimly.
You weren't afraid of him, basically. But now he was terribly serious, and a little too obsessed with you.