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Alastor never much fancied the idea of using a hunting dog to chase his prey down for him. For one, it seemed such a humiliatingly WASPish thing to do, old money behavior for people who wanted credit without doing any work. For another, Alastor liked the thrill of the chase, and had always thought sending a hound out after his prey would take all the joy from the hunt.
It turned out, however, that Alastor just had to meet the right dog.Alastor and and his hunting dog have a successful kill and an excellent night. Vincent is a very good boy.
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Hell is other people. Purgatory is being a twenty something weatherman with the memories of a being a media overlord who had the entirety of Hell wrapped around his finger.
Sent back to his mortal life with a chance to "do it right this time", Vox has a problem. The Angels have installed a patch in his soul: the Pacifist Protocol. If he tries to kill a rival, poison a boss, or throw a punch, he is paralyzed by blinding agony.
He cannot claw his way to the top if he can't use his claws. He needs a loophole.
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The truth is that crazy people come in all shapes and sizes, isn't that right? While one might hide behind a smile, others might allow anger to flourish through. The truth is that you never know what is truly festering inside someone until you take a closer look, and sometimes, you might regret even looking.
If control is what truly matters in hell, then keeping the appearance of control is obviously the thing that showcases the strongest. On one hand, Vox gives the appearance of having everything under control, it is his specialty and no one can deny him this except for one person. The one person that no matter what, he cannot manage to control.
Alastor just thinks Vox is pathetic.
Or a dive into Alastor's character and Vox trying to figure out what makes him tick and how he can exploit it.
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Vox decides to use experimental technology to cure his one-sided psychosexual obsession with Alastor. Results may vary.
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- Part 1 of Research & Development
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1950's, San Francisco.
Alastor and Vincent are enjoying a honeymoon of sorts. Alastor thinks it would be fun to cook a meal for Vincent. Vincent agrees. The only delay? Alastor is very particular about where he sources his meat from.
Alternative Description: those two guys saw you across the bar and really hate your vibe.
The man on the ground was still weeping and bleeding, pounding his fist against the hard earth.
“The noise is hardly discrete,” Alastor continued, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the man.
Vincent rolled his eyes.
“You were late, Al.”
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- Part 3 of Sharks in the Night