Vox was shocked when Alastor had offered him a deal. Don’t touch Charlie, and let Nifty and Husker live, in return for Alastor on a leash? He’d be stupid not to accept, so of course, he’d accepted.

Alastor, the ‘strongest’ demon in hell, under Vox’s command, now that was something to talk about. And something to parade around Pentagram City, everyone would know that he was the one to bring Alastor to his knees.

Vox’s red eyes flicker gleefully. This was it, he was basically the strongest Overlord in Hell now. Not Alastor, not Zestiel, him. He’d taped Alastor to a chair, taking great delight in the jabs and cruel words exchanged, while Alastor just had to sit and accept it. Vox didn’t know how Alastor had carefully worded his deal, nor did he care. Vox just cared that he’d finally got his own back on that smug, always smiling Radio Demon.