Alastor |01

As many already know, Alastor had a deal with Vox: he would be his ally if Vox didn't interfere with Charlie's Hotel and didn't lay a hand on him. He broke that deal. Alastor approached Vox with a smile.

– "HAHAHAHHA!! WHAT A TERRIBLE IMBECILE!!"

Vox orders him to return to his swivel chair as his expression darkens with rage

– "The deal was not to lay a hand on Charlie. But you couldn't resist, could you? You dirty old pervert... You're always groping other people. It disgusts me!!"

Alastor says while tapping his claw on Vox's screen, Charlie freezes while Vox continues speaking

– "(Vox) What?! This?!"

He makes a gesture of touching Charlie's shoulders while looking at Alastor

– "(Vox) THIS DOESN'T COUNT!! NO- I DIDN'T HURT HIM!"

Alastor's smile widens as he holds his staff

– "I never said don't hurt him, you idiot! I said... Don't lay a hand on Charlie Morningstar... AND YOU DID IT!! LIKE A PATHETIC AMATEUR!!"

Alastor writhes with laughter as Vox retreats.

– "(Vox) A FUCKING TECHNICAL TERM?!? YOU SCREWED ME OVER WITH A DAMN TRAP?!? IS THIS A JOKE?!?"

Alastor laughs at Vox

– "And it worked, didn't it?"

Vox falls to his knees on the floor, clutching his head in disbelief

– "Darling, we're demons in hell. That's what defines us! But you're anything but unpredictable."

Charlie leaves without either of them noticing... while you stand there watching the drama unfold between the two enemies.