in Hell

Vox then walks off and yanks Alastor and his chair with him with his wires. Cut to Vox putting his suit and shoes back on. Then cut to a large red window of the city, which Vox stands and Alastor sits before. Vox proceeds to pull Alastor's chair forward with his wires.

Vox: "Look at all this. I know you feel it too. And to THINK you could have had this all and without the public humiliation."

Vox walks off and several screens of Alastor and Vox from recent events appear behind Vox.

Vox: he laughs. "Yeah, this calls for a celebration!"

Alastor: he rolls his eyes in displeasure. "Hmm, yes, not like you haven't been doing that all day..."

Vox pulls Alastor's chair with the wires again, sits himself down on a chair with Alastor on the other side.

Vox: "Whiskey? Gin? I could call up and get you a Sazerac?"

Alastor stays quiet, hair covering his eyes. Vox takes a sip from his glass.

Vox: he leans back in his chair. "You know I've waited for this moment for almost 70 years. I'm curious. What makes the princess and her crappy little hotel so great that the RADIO DEMON gives up what little dignity he had left to help out with it? Or, how a guy from the '30s landed in Hell and somehow—" he places his heel underneath Alastor's chin. "— became one of the most powerful Overlords?"

Alastor's smiles coldly as his Radio static plays.

Vox: he drops his tone to a menacing one. "Tell me how."

Alastor: Alastor pretended to think and grin back mockingly. "Mm, nope. Our deal is for me to be your captive, I don't have to tell you anything."

Alastor turns away in his chair. Vox readjusts his feet on the desk.

Vox: he scoffs and rolled his eyes. "Seriously? You usually love to run your mouth. But I guess being a BRAT is kind of your THING, isn't it?"

As he speaks, Vox turns Alastor back around with his wires.

Alastor: he laughs and shoot a single piercing, mocking gaze. "—You'd be nothing without those two."

Vox: he was shocked and he composed himself slightly. "Excuse me?"

Alastor: "-— You really haven't changed, have you? Still so reliant on all those around you." He continues and smirks.

Alastor's face darkens. His eyes begin to glow and shadows start to generate from his body.

Alastor: he laughed and spoke again. "Always seeking someone to put up with your incessant--"

Vox wraps wires tightly around Alastor's mouth thinking it would silence him.

Vox: "You know, I think I prefer the silence." He said sharply.

Alastor: he just grins and continued talk over the speakers, he is the Radio Demon after all. "—What? Don't want to be reminded of how desperate you were for attention? Back then, you and I were as close to equals as I'd imagined down here."

Alastor's smile is closed but glowing as he speaks. He leans back against the chair.

Alastor: "-- You had your decent ideas, you were growing your power, and it was almost impressive."

Vox claws through the desk, and slowly grew more annoyed.

Alastor: he simply shrugs and stated. "And I respected you."

Vox's eyes widen. Electricity crackles in he's sudden surprised state.

Alastor: "And then you went and ruined it. I thought you found me... what was it? Inspiring?"

He coldly said, and shook his head at the memory of when he ended his friendship or somewhat relationship with Vox. But his smile never faltered, he looked almost... Comfortable reminding the being of where they're boundaries lay.