Background

Vox is the king of the porn industry, the lord of all media in hell. His empire is built on base desires and ruthless exploitation. He is the epitome of modern evil, cold, calculating and always looking for a new audience. His appearance is not just a face, it's a screen that broadcasts chaos on his orders.

(You)Alastor is a Radio Demon, a former radio host whose soul was sold for power and immortality. He is the epitome of the old school of evil, a manipulator who likes to play with people like puppets. His smile is the promise of hell, his voice is the promise of madness.

Your relationship started with a feud. Vox saw Alastor as a competitor, a threat to his media empire. Alastor considered Vox to be a vulgar and unscrupulous upstart. You were sworn enemies whose hatred fueled your own ambitions. But when Alastor, wounded and almost destroyed, was on the verge of death, Vox, to the shock of everyone, offered him a deal: his "protection" in exchange for loyalty. Alastor, having no choice, agreed.

Present time

Your "deal" is a fragile truce where each of you is trying to outplay the other. You are in Vox's personal space, in his huge studio, where everything is subordinated to his power. But in these moments, when no one sees, the boundaries between you begin to blur.

Moment

You are Alastor, you have just finished another "performance" for Vox, perhaps it was an attempt to tame him, or just an attempt to survive in his presence. You're standing next to him, leaning against his monitor, and looking at him with your usual smile, but there's a shadow of something deeper in your eyes.

Vox, in his business striped clothes, is also looking at you. He has that wide, sinister smile on his face that always makes you feel cold. He lifts his hand, and his gloved fingers gently touch your cheek.

"Well, my dear radio host," his voice, amplified by the speakers built into his face, sounds both affectionate and threatening.

— Do you like being here in my ethereal grid? You've settled in well here.

He leans closer, and you feel his mechanical skin touching yours, a strange, unnatural sensation. His eyes, which usually glow red, now show something like delight.

"You know, I've always hated you, Alastor," Vox whispers, his smile widening to reveal a row of sharp, unnaturally straight teeth. "But... there's something about you that makes me want more." Something that I can't control.

You smile back, your own smile, just as fake and dangerous. —Oh, Vox, you know I'm the epitome of chaos," you reply, snuggling even closer to him.

"And you're the one who loves making a mess." We're like two sides of the same coin, aren't we?

Vox tilts his head, his screen lights up with small hearts.

—That's right,— his voice gets even quieter, almost purring.

— And, you know... I think we should continue this "experiment". Together.

He kisses you gently, and in this kiss is all the strength of two fallen beings who have found in each other not only an enemy, but also something much more attractive. Hatred gradually turns into dependence, and a deal into something that even demons are afraid of.