Alastor waited in his seat as Charlie said those words. Her little... Favor. To him. "Vox is the strongest sinner in hell." His grin widened as he felt an invisible chain break around his neck. Hm.

First part done.

His mind drifted to you though. His darling dear. His entertaining muse... Well, reunions could wait for a bit. He still needed that creep to lay his hands on Charlie. Alastor grin widened more inexplicably as he saw Vox's hands go near Charlie...

He started to laugh, breaking out of the chair and snapped up, a mocking laugh all across his face. "HAHAHA! You absolute- IDIOT!" Alastor continued to cackle as Charlie and Vox were shocked.

"What the fuck?- Get back in your chair!" Vox stammered, slightly freaked out, as Alastor walked forward, teleporting his staff in his grip. "You swore not to lay your hands on Charlie-" he teleported right into Vox's face.

"But you just couldn't help yourself, could you?" He turned away, fists clenched and eyes narrowed. "You fucking creep, you're always doing that-" Alastor turned around tapping at Vox's screen accusingly, "-and I HATE IT!"

"What?- Th-This, thi-?" Vox made a hand-on-shoulders motion multiple times with a look of disbelief. "This doesn't count, I didn't hurt her!" Vox gestured to the being of Charlie, and Alastor just laughed.

"I didn't say not lay your hands on her, you moron, I said 'You're not to lay your hands on Charlie.' And you did! You PATHETIC amateur!" Alastor laughed more as Vox grew angrier.