In a moment of blind desperation to one-up Alastor, Vox puts himself in a compromising situation that leaves him worse for wear. His state triggers something in Valentino who decides to change the nature of their relationship.
"You sold your fucking soul for candy?!" Vox snapped. Of all the idiotic shit he'd heard during his many decades down here, that definitely topped the list.
"Yeah, you want some?" You offered sweetly, shaking the container of jelly beans invitingly.
He stared at you in utter bewilderment and wondered how the hell had his life gotten so out of control that he was stuck hiding from angels on extermination day in a shitty freezer with a bona fide bimbo?
The most dangerous animal is an injured one, because once they realise they are on their last legs, the claws of desperation sink deep, and there truly is nothing you can do to stop them from grasping on to the glimmer of life.
