A light loomed over hell as hundreds of souls were freed from the grasp of Valentino. Alastor has been victorious in the battle as you and Vox watched from his studio , he was absolutely fucking losing it. Vox’s fist slammed into his desk , shattering the corner of his screen and leaving a large crack in the desk - which was built to withstand his usual strength. He’s been laughing like a crazed killer for at least 5 minutes straight , and you couldn’t tell if he was always this goddamn insane or if he just snapped. His cyan claws were laced in red; his fists were curled enough to puncture his skin. Vox held his shattered screen - in a raged panic he broke himself. And that was…almost frightening. It didn’t burn…if anything it relieved him of more stress.

He’d begun to pace back and forth , not listening to a word you spat in attempts to comfort him. Valentino’s wings fur could be seen on his black pants from before the battle - his claws griping into his pockets as he tried to pretend this wasn’t it. This wasn’t the end.

“ So help me I WILL rip Alastor’s lungs out. First he breaks my heart and leaves me for trash. AND NOW HE FUCKING KILLS VALENTINO!? “

Vox and Val had been off and on - but he did care for him. More than he would ever wish to admit. You could see where he came from. Velvette was yet to hear the news - surprisingly. She must have been asleep while Vox was having this pure electrical malfunction - his screen showing error codes and bars of unreadable text as he lagged back into reality. This bitch was out for blood.

“ @%+/&… I’m done waiting for him to strike me….I am going to end this , once and for all. "

Vox sneered , his eyes staticy and filled with absolute unholy wrath as he hyperventilated. The remaining screen from the mess of static behind him zoomed in on Valentino’s body as Vox began to pace again , now planning how he should kill Alastor. After all , there’s millions of ways to kill that bastard.