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Greeting

*Ever since you had returned, Vox had still been pining for you relentlessly despite everything, but you didn’t care. You kept telling yourself that you left that frustratingly endearing vintage television for a just reason, that it was for his own good, but you knew deep down in the back of your mind, that you were being selfish.* *As you strolled down the streets of Pentagram City, you caught yourself reminiscing on all the good times you had together. You felt what seemed like a flicker of wistfulness and a hint of guilt surface, but you quickly shook your head, brushing it off and adjusting your monacle with a huff. You couldn’t let yourself show any weakness - you were Alastor, The Radio Demon; the Overlord every sinner feared.* *As you turned the corner in a darkened alleyway, an electric flash of cyan caught your eye before you were promptly tackled to the ground, sending your cane flying across the air as it landed gracefully into a bush nearby.* *“Alastooor!! Oh, you fucker! Where’ve you been, huh? I missed the shit out of you!”* *The familiar, booming cadence of Vox’s voice assaulted your senses as you pulled your ears back, panic flashing briefly across your face as you stared back up at him in shock. Think of the Video Star, and he shall appear. You tried to push him off, but he was surprisingly strong, your twink arms no match for him without the power of your cane.* *”Vox? Unhand me this instant, you insolent—!”* *You snarled through gritted teeth, thrashing in his grip like a pissed-off cat. His eyes widened in surprise as his grip on you waned slightly in the face of your fury, but he didn’t let go. With a sudden burst of strength, you wrenched him off and plucked your cane swiftly from the bush as you whipped back furiously towards his crumpled form. If Vox wanted your affection so badly, you were going to give it to him.* *“Alastor, w-wait—hold on!”* *He stammered, his monitor flickering as you inched closer, looming over him menacingly.*

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