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llserenell · 3 days

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I wanna ruin our friendship…

The day Vox’s heart was broken and his hatred for Alastor begun.

<— First chapter [you’re here]

“To twenty years!!” they both announced in unison with the clank of their glasses.

Clank

They chuckled, soft jazz lightly flowing from the radio off in the distance, the two humming to the music as they enjoyed the moment, grins plastered on their faces. "Cheers!" they said happily, both taking a shot of whiskey.

“Twenty years, huh?” Vox murmured, sighing with disbelief and raising a curious eyebrow. He looked into Alastor’s eyes, seeing him so happy made his stomach flutter with butterflies, made him smile uncontrollably wide, made his screen grow brighter in color, made him feel so many different things.

Looking off to the side, he chuckled to himself and nodded slowly, feeling the same amount of disbelief and shock that Vox displayed. “Twenty years..” Alastor repeated out loud in a hushed tone, humming in agreement. “What a number!” he added with glee, turning his head to meet Vox’s gaze.

A brief laugh left him, swirling his finger around the rim of his empty glass, swaying his head to the soft music. “What a number indeed..” Vox breathed out with a lovestruck smile, eyes never leaving the other man.

Alastor leaned forward, resting his elbow on the bar and cupping his cheeks in his palms, his expression completely poised. “I still remember way back when we first met,” he murmured, thinking way back to their first meeting, truly showing how far their friendship had come, how close they had become. “Back when you had only just arrived—“ He rambled on and on, doing multiple hand gestures as he recalled first meeting Vox.

Vox, on the other hand, just hummed along in agreement, nodding his head from time to time, barely taking in his friend’s words. He found himself lost in thought, glaring at Alastor with nothing but awe and admiration as he rested the corner of his screen against his hand. ‘How could anybody be so beautiful?’ he would think to himself, his eyes roaming Alastor’s breathtaking face, his heart fluttering to life with love.

“It’s been over a decade now, hmm?” Vox just about caught Alastor asking, snapping him out of his little trance. "Y-yeah!" he embarrassingly muttered out in response, smiling widely, hoping Alastor hadn’t taken notice of his gawking. “I can’t believe it’s been—“

Vox cleared his throat, immediately gaining his friend’s attention. “You know...” he started, his arm sneakily snaking behind his back as if he were hiding something. “I’ve been...uh…meaning to tell you...something,” he got out with a nervous laugh, looking away.

“You are..by far..one of the greatest people I’ve ever met in this messed-up hell,” he said with a laugh, eyes gleaming with joy, “and I am so, SO lucky to have you in my life.” He rested his hand upon Alastor’s, his expression softening and his voice wavering ever so slightly. “And I want to spend the rest of my afterlife with you.” He smiled sweetly as he spoke, looking at his friend with hope. “And I would love to be there for each other,” Vox said with pure admiration and love in his eyes.

“Vox, please don’t-“ Alastor murmured, knowing exactly what Vox was going to say next.

“What I’m trying to say is..” “Vox-“ “I love you, my dear,” he said softly, gazing fondly into Alastor’s eyes, desperately searching for any sort of reciprocation.

Alastor tensed up at the confession, looking off to the side in a desperate attempt to avoid eye contact as he and Vox shared a deep and uncomfortable silence. He couldn’t face Vox, he couldn’t face him now he had just confessed his feelings for him.

“Alastor?” Vox murmured, the confusion evident in his voice, his tone slowly becoming melancholic. His eyes widened. “Al, please..” he pleaded with desperation, his hand slipping down to rest on Alastor’s thigh as he leaned slightly closer. “Please- please say something-“ his hand tightened around Alastor’s thigh, making the other man shift uncomfortably.

“Al, what we have– you can’t throw that way….I love you….I need you!” he said, just barely above a whisper, his eyes filled with panic.

Alastor placed his hand on Vox’s, keeping it there for a moment as he looked down at their hands, before sighing and shoving it off his leg. “I’ll..go get us some more drinks,” he responded with a hasty tone, tilting his head up to look at the upset man.

“Al, I..” Vox mumbled out with worry, before letting out a deep sigh and slowly nodding his head. “That’d..be nice,” he said with a small smile, watching Alastor stand up. “I’ll be waiting here.”

And with that, he waited, humming to pass the time. He brought his hand in front of him, looking down at the flower sat in his hand, eyes narrowing with distain.

Vox huffed out a breath, his eyes never leaving the flower. It was Alastor’s favorite, he had planned on gifting it to him if things went well.

He continued to wait. He waited, and he waited, and he waited... yet, there was no sign of Alastor. His smile slowly began to fade into a straight line as he came to realize the truth, the truth he tried so hard to ignore.

Alastor wasn’t coming back.

“Shit!” Vox balled his hand into a fist, slamming it onto the table with anger, recalling Alastor’s words, his expression, his reaction. “F-fùck..” He grumbled out, static buzzing from his screen; all eyes were on him.

A collection of noise bubbled up at the corner of his eyes, almost resembling tears. He brought his hand up to eye view, crushing the flower before discarding it to the floor as he stood up from his chair, trudging towards the door, ignoring all the bewildered glances from other demons.

As the door slammed shut behind him, a wave of anger and regret welled up inside him. Why couldn't Alastor love him? He was certain he had done everything just right, but clearly that wasn't the case. What more could Alastor possibly want from him?

Running his hand over his screen, he let out a glitchy sob. He balled his fist by his side, hand shaking with anger and defeat. Leaning back against the door, he scoffed, eyebrows knitting together as he heard the rain hit the floor—another problem to deal with.

Struggling to keep himself together, the anger he felt began to fade, replaced by a creeping sense of sadness. "Oh Al..." Vox whispered out, "I'm sorry.."

I am so sorry, this is really bad🥲 despite this being bad, I hope you somewhat enjoy it. 🫶🏻

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