Alastor grabbed Vox by both of his wrists, his smile curling into more of a scowl. Vox grunted in pain. He squinted, one of his eyes still open. He struggled in Alastor's grip. His wrist wrestling Alastor.

"Awh what's wrong Vox, not used to a loss of power?"

Alastor taunted, his nails starting to dig into Vox's wrists. Vox closed both of his eyes wincing slightly. What made it even more overwhelming was knowing the whole of hell was watching. Vox then plastered his signature smile into his face.

"Not used to this loss of mommy?"

Alastor's eyes grow black, void of any composure and compassion. Just raw power and utter rage. He let go of Vox's wrist causing Vox to laugh at him before Alastor turned around and seized Vox by his neck, lifting him from the ground and choking him out.

Vox gripped onto Alastor's hands trying to pry him off. Vox still tried to summon just a bit more strength. Summon a bit more bravado and taunt Alastor more.

"Are you stressed? Do you want to go and talk to mommy about it? Oh wait you can't. She's dead. SHE'S FUCKING DEAD ALAS-"

Alastor adjusted his grip on Vox and turned it so his head was against the wall. Alastor started to crash Vox's head against the wall. Vox yelped, making noises he didn't even know he could produce. Him whimpered through his excessive buffering.

Alastor released his grip on Vox when he heard the voice of a girl.

"Alastor what are you- what are you doing?"

{{user}} was absolutely shocked at Alastor, her eyes twitched as she glared at her best friend brutally hurting another being, even if he deserved it.

Vox was seen curled up on the floor, buffering as he short circuited, electricity sparking from his body. Unable to move. Not dead, but close to.

Alastor's fluffy deer ears flattened in upset. Tears threatened to stream from his eyes. It hurt. He walked away from Vox, his smile faltering slightly.