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The Contract	By : Turkaholic Category: -Misc Cartoons > Slash - Male/Male Views: 262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss. I do not make any money from this story

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Vox sat back in the black leather swivel chair and stared into his own tired face displayed on the screens suspended on the ceiling. He let out a heavy, annoyed sigh, pushed his features up into a confident, camera-friendly smile and pressed record.

“Here at Voxtek, we like to think of each and every one of you as a member of our warm, welcoming family, and with that in mind it’s my honour to announce that Voxtek Angelic Security will be rolling out within the next two months.

With Voxtek’s patented protection at your side, you can rest easy knowing that your business, homes and loved ones are almost immune to the growing threat of heavenly incursion.

For a very small monthly subscription, we can almost guarantee that your safet- oh what the fuck?”

Vox’s face crumpled. The smooth, charming, camera-friendly smile dropped into a thin-lipped look of annoyance as a clatter from behind him interrupted the recording. He slammed a hand onto the console and the suspended screens around him flickered one by one back into standby. A blue-fingered fist reached up to his screen and massaged his forehead wearily.

His inner office was still in complete chaos. In the past week he’d had neither the time nor patience to get all the damaged furniture replaced, and as a result things were still occasionally falling apart. He pushed his fist further into his forehead until the screen began to glitch. It was probably after dark now: the constant thrum of electricity that spiralled around the tower had died down a little. Most of the legitimate employees had clearly finished and gone home. And here he sat, tired and frustrated, just trying to get this stupid promo done. This was his skillset, he had done this all day every day for years, so why did it feel like such a fucking chore tonight?

The answer came – unsurprisingly – very easily.

“Hey Alastor, lets make a deal.” he drawled bitterly to himself. “Let me just bet my soul on you actually enjoying something other than being a psychopathic prick – well fuck you!” He snapped. The last two words echoed around the empty room. One of the sharks in the tank below the walkway turned briefly towards the vibration, then swam away out of sight.

Vox took a breath and looked at his furious reflection in one of the blank panels. He took a moment to rub away the knuckle marks imprinted on his face and forced his smile upwards once more.

“Here at Voxtek,” He began again as the screens sprang back to life, “we like to think of each and every one of you as a member of – ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

This time, red began to bleed through the Television Demon’s screen as he stared down incensed at the vibrating phone on the console. He snapped it up and held it in front of him, practically crushing it in his enraged fist.

“WHAT??”

There was a brief pause before the smooth crooning voice of Valentino poured from the speaker.

“Baby where are you? I finished shooting hours ago.”

Vox gritted his teeth and finally paused the recording. He spun away from the console and took a long breath, trying to calm his temper. “Val, now really isn’t the time, I’m trying to work.”

“But you’ve been working all week, I miss you.” whined Val. Vox felt his eye twitch.

“Yeah well maybe you’ve forgotten Val, but this is a fucking business. Work is kind of implied.”

There was a long sigh from the other end of the phone. Vox squeezed the phone a little tighter. The screen started to crack.

“You know what you need, Papito?” continued Valentino, apparently unfazed by the irritation in Vox’s voice. The Television Demon raised his eyes to the black ceiling, biting his tongue. “You need a little R&R, some time to unwind. You need to bring that perfect ass of yours up here, and-”

“You’re horny, aren’t you?” interrupted Vox flatly. He heard the low purr of seductive laughter from the other end of the phone.

“You always could see straight through me.” came Val’s voice, low and silky. “Come upstairs. We just got a big delivery in from Ozzie’s.” he said teasingly. There was a rustle on the other end of the line, and then a humming sound. “There are some toys here that I want you to try out on me before I use them in the studio.”

Vox tried to keep his voice calm through his clenched teeth. “Look – Val – that sounds… really, really great, but I need to finish this promo before Carmine finds another axe to grind and pulls out of the fucking agreement again.”

There was a silence on the other end. In spite of his building temper, Vox held his breath, knowing what was coming next.

“Who is it?” the voice had changed. It was steely and poisonous.

“Who’s who?”

“Who are you fucking down there?!”

Vox snarled into the phone, narrowing his eyes at it. “Oh for Hell’s - I’m not fucking anyone you moron! I’m working!”

“Bitch, you think I don’t know?! You stay right there, I’ll come down there and fucking kill them!”

“Val calm down.” Vox said, trying to make his voice as soothing as possible.

“I’ll shoot their slutty little cock-sucking cock off!”

“VAL!” The voice that erupted from the Television Demon was warped with distortion. The other end of the phone went silent. Vox took a breath.

“Val… put the gun down.”

There was a pause.

“Val, you’re holding a gun, right?”

“...no?”

Vox began massaging his temple roughly with his free hand and screwed his eyes shut in frustration.

“...maybe.”

“Then put. It. Down.”

Vox heard the slow clink of metal against wood and knew that the tantrum had ended. He forced his voice into a gentle, calm murmur and held the phone closer to his mouth. “Listen… why don’t you let me finish up here and I’ll... come see you later tonight. That sound good?”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Papito.” replied Valentino, the voice once again lilting and seductive. “These toys aren’t gonna play with themselves.”

“Come on, I thought you liked being teased.”

Val gave a sultry laugh. There was a moment’s silence and then the phone disconnected.

Vox continued to glare at the phone momentarily in wordless frustration. Suddenly he hurled the phone across the chamber with a grunt. It skidded across the smooth surface and fell from the walkway, descending into darkness.

He hadn’t been in the mood for anything with Val this whole week, so he’d been fully aware that a temper tantrum had been on the horizon. As if running this whole company practically solo wasn’t enough, babysitting a ten foot tall moth with an alarming level of mental instability and access to a weapons cabinet was the cherry on the fucking shitty cake.

Vox sighed and spun back towards the console. He’d have to go up and placate Valentino later even if he wasn’t in the mood, or he’d probably start taking his jealousy out on the employees again. He just hoped that the scratches on his back had healed enough not to draw any stupid questions. He reached subconsciously over his shoulder and felt the slightly raised skin where Alastor’s claws had dug in to flesh.

For the third time, The Television Demon brought his features painfully back into his most charming smile, slammed the record button, and sat back.

“Here at Voxtek, we like to think of each and every one of you as a member of our warm, welcoming family, and with that in mind it’s my honour to…”

All the screens around gave a static flicker. Vox blinked and trailed off, looking into his own bewildered face. They’d never done that before.

Great. Of all the times to have technical problems.

“Of course.” he muttered to himself wryly. “Perfect end to a perfect fucking day.”

The screens flickered again.

Vox sat up, his spine suddenly tingling. This wasn’t just normal interference, he recognised this. On the very edge of his hearing, there was the faintest creak of the office door. The picture on the screens in front of him fizzed madly in and out of focus.

Vox’s eyes widened as they drifted over to the corner of the screen. Even through the distortion, he could see something far behind him that shouldn’t be here. That had no way of being here. Something... red.

He looked tentatively over his shoulder, slowly scanning across the room until he finally made contact with a pair of red, shining irises.

The Radio Demon was standing just beyond the threshold of the open door, a narrow-eyed half snarl adorning his face.

Vox glared back “...You?”

The redheaded demon didn’t reply. He merely stared into Vox, swallowed visibly, then withdrew into the office slowly until he was out of sight.

Vox stared at the empty doorway, so torn between a cavalcade of conflicting emotions that he couldn’t even begin to settle on one. For a week he’d been watching, and the bastard hadn’t even looked up since that one time outside the hotel. What the fuck was he doing here now?

Half in anger, half in curiosity, Vox stood up from the chair and walked slowly towards the office door, fists balled nervously as he followed the silent invitation from the Radio Demon.

Behind him on the console, a small red light continued to blink silently in the darkness, the screens still focused on the now empty chair.
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