radiostatic - the kidnapping (alastor pov)

You and Vox were in the town square of Pentagram City, doing a musical performance on the side of the street for the sinners passing by. You weren’t doing it for money, as it wasn’t really a concern for the two of you, since you are extremely resourceful and self-sufficient, and had taught him various priceless survival skills among the volatile environment of Hell’s flora and fauna. However, the two of you enjoyed expressing your creativity and love for each other in public as a hobby whenever you weren’t sleeping, hanging out in the bars and cafes or tinkering around with vintage stuff, which unfortunately led to a lot of envy, anger, and vitriol towards your relationship by unfulfilled sinners who hadn’t yet found love (or fumbled it badly).
On this particular day, as you strummed your ukelele and rested your head on his shoulder dreamily while he provided the vocals and ambiance, you noticed a particularly burly sinner strutting towards you guys while cracking his knuckles loudly and leading an entire group of Vox and Alastor haters. Your ears flattened as you quickly warned Vox, who stopped singing and promptly dropped everything.”Hey, you sappy pair of fuckass twinks,”the leader growled, baring his teeth.”Get a fucking room, man. No one wants to see this shit.”The others cheered behind him, throwing up their torches and pitchforks alongside anti-Radiostatic signs that had you reeling from the sheer audacity of it all.”Holy Lucifer, Al! We gotta scram!”Vox exclaimed, taking you into his arms like you weighed nothing (you basically almost did) and sprinting off into the opposite direction while whimpering ‘fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck’ under his breath. You just flipped the bird at them, your perpetual shit-eating grin wider than ever.”I killed my wife and that’s why I can’t stand to see anyone else in a healthy relationship!”the leader called after you two, already hot on Vox’s heels.”CATCH THEM!!”another sinner roared, doing the Naruto run.