The next morning, Vox woke up. Despite his injuries from the previous night, he didn't feel as awful as he should've felt. In fact, he actually felt alive and well in comparison. Guess getting some shut-eye did help ease the pain.
Vox stood up from his bed and prepared to take a shower, however he noticed that Charlie had given him a new suite.
Seeing as the one he was currently wearing was ruined, he considered this a gift. The note on it said,'I noticed your clothes looked kinda torn and I didn't want you to get up looking like that. So I took some things from my father's wardrobe that he never wears and gave it to you! Mom said it was a bit too big for him, so I think this'll fit! Hope you like it!'
"Well that's a good sign. At least she's considerate.' The suit wasn't exactly Vox's style, as the suit had apple motifs on it and Vox didn't particularly care for fruit, but he considered anything Lucifer had was above par to what most demons possessed. The suit was black and gold with tiny silver parts on it.
It's not like he was going back to the Studio to get his old clothes anyhow and if Lucifer complained about the suit being too big, there was a huge chance he wouldn't be asking for it back.
Once Vox finished his shower, he put on Lucifer's old clothes and looked in the mirror. It fit perfectly, though the suite was a bit long in the back.
The bowtie had a gold apple in the middle of the bows. The boots were a bit large and added a few inches in height to him. The hat was large and black, resembling the one Lucifer wore, lacking a worn and only having a gold apple on it with a white bow.
Not his style personally, he wasn't one to care for apples or heavenly motifs, but he figured that Charlie was being nice enough to give him a suit her Father didn't want.
Suddenly the door opened to his apartment, Charlie sticking her head inside,"Hey, Vox! Come on out, Vaggie and Niffty cooked breakfast! Don't you want to come down?"
"Uh...sur-"
"GREAT!" Charlie suddenly dragged Vox to the dining area, ignoring his protests at being dragged around.
'What the hell is wrong with her!?' Vox managed to gain his footing, giving Charlie a look."Please refrain from dragging me around like a rag-doll…"
"Oh, sorry!" She replied sheepishly."But anyway, welcome to the hotel, Vox! Everyone's waiting for you!"
"I doubt that."
"Well I've been waiting for you…"
'That actually sounds accurate. At least she's trying to make me feel welcome, though it's not really working..'
Charlie held his hand and walked him to the dining area."Hey guys! Look who I brought!"
Oh great...he's here. And here I was wondering what was so important that it took you so long to get down…" Vaggie growled.
"Watch it, moth girl." Vox sneered.
"Vox, Vaggie, stop arguing. Please."
"Fine...But I still got my eyes on him."
"You literally have one working eye."
Vaggie scowled,"Grrrrr…"
"Vox, enough."
"Ok ok, I'll stop."
Everyone started eating….well Vox drank but that's beside the point. Vox still didn't exactly feel welcomed as Alastor and Vaggie were silently giving him death stares and with the exception of Charlie, everyone else seemed like they just had to give him a few glances from time to time.
'God, it's like I'm some type of science project that everyone has to lay eyes on. For a rehabilitation center they sure seem judgy..'
Which is why Vox was eager to finish his drink and leave. Soon after, everyone began doing their jobs at the hotel. Vaggie and Charlie managed the paperwork, Husk was at the bar with Angel following shortly behind and Niffty cleaned the table.
Vox leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he watched everyone do their thing. However, he felt a familiar pair of eyes gaze into him with the sound of static cling.
A static voice suddenly asked,"Can't say I'm a fan of your outfit, Vox. Reminds me of someone I know. Tell me, are you really that much a copy-cat that you'd steal another's look? What would his highness say if he saw you in clothes similar to his?"
Vox scoffed,"It's not my outfit, Radio. And for your information, I didn't steal anyone's look, Charlie gave me one of Lucifer's old get-ups, claimed it was too big for him and gave it to me. Believe me, I'd never wear this overly tacky hat if I didn't have to."
"That certainly explains a lot. Though I believe I should get it matter at hand. I know you do not believe in Charlie's little...fantasy project. Honestly the idea of redemption is laughable, especially since most of us lost our chances up in heaven long ago. Tell me, what's your game? There's obviously something you want from the demon belle, what is it? It must be something good if you came here in person."
Vox glared at Alastor, shaking his head."Look, Radio, I'm not here to mess up your little 'entertainment' project as you call it. I want nothing out of Charlie and I don't want to be a part of your little game of sorts."
"Like I'm going to believe that. There has to be something you want from her...Like her soul?"
"Why the hell would I want her soul? Is that what you tried?"
"I did indeed try, but I'm afraid Charlie's not as naive as I expected. She didn't seem open to the soul exchange."
"Wise choice honestly. I wouldn't hand over my soul either."
Hmph. Of course you'd say that. However, I know you're after something. Tell me, what is it? Is it power you want from her? Money? Desire?"
'I'm literally getting interrogated by my rival. This isn't how I envisioned myself getting 'redeemed' would be like.'
Vox rolled his eyes."Alastor, I'm not here for Charlie. I'm here because I want to change and I'm gonna give this redemption thing a shot. While your intentions may be questionable, I'm being honest as I can be when I say I do not want anything out of Charlie or her family. I just want to see if this redemption thing will work."
Alastor narrowed his eyes. He could read people like books for the most part, rarely did anyone's intentions escape his fixated gaze. Despite his hatred against Vox, he couldn't sense any ulterior motives(given the place they were this was surprising).
Even Angel only volunteered initially because he wanted a cheap room and the redemption thing was an afterthought.
He sensed no lies behind Vox's claim and that genuinely shocked him.
For Vox, an overlord of all people, to want to genuinely change was mind-blowing, and Alastor knew better than anyone that there had to be a reason behind this change of heart. Even if Vox didn't want anything to do with Charlie and Alastor's business affairs, Alastor still didn't trust him. He had a feeling Vox's presence would cause problems not only for himself, but for everyone else.
While Alastor did want others to fail, he didn't want his rival being a part of the reason why, as other's failing on their own was more entertaining than Vox pulling something from behind the scenes.
"Even then, I doubt you came to this conclusion without a reason. Assuming those injuries of yours weren't faked, did you injure yourself to gain sympathy?"
"No. I'd never do that. I'm not insane enough to hurt myself to create this tall-tale. Unlike some people, I'm not some overly card-carrying villain who creates these scenarios to hurt myself to get some pity card. Now if you'd excuse me, I'd like to not be questioned for once. Now move it." Vox moved past Alastor and headed to his room.
Alastor shook his head.'There's no way he thought of redeeming himself for no reason. There's got to be a reason for this.'
Alastor knew how Vox was, if the idea of redemption came to him, it was because outer forces pushed him into the idea. There was clearly something at play here, and the Radio Demon intended to find out. Thankfully, he knew how to play the long game well.
