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(RadioStatic fic) "Ha! I already have his attention, what makes you think I need more? Hmm?" "Not the kind of attention you want." Valentino's grin widened. "I can feel it, just like I felt it in that shitty bar years ago. It's my speciality. One drop of this and you'll have him at your feet." The pink bottle glistened in the light, even through the screen. "For a price, of course." Vox waited for the bastard in red to laugh again, but he didn't. Alastor couldn't possibly be contemplating this madness, could he? Or maybe he was. What better way to humiliate Vox forever than to make him his personal bitch? His angry growl turned into a scream of rage. He let out so much electricity that it fried some of the screens, rendering them useless. He didn't give a shit. He wanted to kill Valentino, the fucking backstabbing bastard. Or: Vox starts a war against Valentino, tries to pretend he is under a love spell and accidentally ruins his life in the process. Another happy day in hell.
Welcome to hell
