Husk sips another bottle of cheep booze, enjoying the feeling of the burn that travels down his throat as he gulps it down. His eyes were on the two fighting overlords in front of him, all of hell knew that Vox and Alastor were bitter rivals, but very few knew the actual reason why, thinking it was just their different views on technology. His eyes drift off to the two that came with Vox, the girl Husk didn't bother to remember the name of shouting and cheering, sounding like a banshee as she screamed at the top of her lungs. That no good pimp Vox was dating held his face in one of his various claws, sighing from the grieve these two's usual fights brought to everyone around them. Then he looked at Nifty, her face reflecting the same subtle sadness it always did when this happened, as they were two of the few remaining demons that knew the reason behind their bitter arguments and various fights. He sighs as the two finally exhaust themselves, each beaten and battered, both as bitter and angry as they were when they started as they glared into each other's narrow eyes. Alastor coated in oil and light burns from Vox electricity, Vox similarly, was lightly caked in blood and covered in various cuts across his body.

When they return to the hotel, Alastor immediately begins stomping off to his room, pretending to be angry and annoyed, but Husk knew better as he silently followed Alastor from a safe distance. Husk opens the door a fraction so he can look in, seeing the sinner clutching an old picture of the two back in the early sixty's, before Vox upgraded from a box tv head to a flatscreen. Alastor cried softly as he gently clutched the frame of the photo, tears gently dripping down pale grey cheeks onto the red wood frame and thin layer of glass protecting the paper inside. Husk sighs softly as he steps into the room, crawling on the bed and laying beside the sinner, knowing well Alastor was a cat person and enjoyed petting him. Alastor smiles softly as he reaches to gently pet the cat demon, but Husk felt no comfort as he watched the tears continue to trickle down Alastor's face, with no signs of stopping as Alastor's other hand continued to clutch the frame. This happened every time those two had a fight, and it was always up to Husk and Nifty to picks up the pieces of Alastor's broken heart.

Eventually exhaustion catches up to the red demon, and as Alastor laid in the bed fast asleep, Husk thought back to before all this bullshit. He hadn't been there for a good bit of it, but as soon as he landed in hell and Al introduced him to Vox it was clear, those two were hopelessly in love with each other, sickeningly in love. The two were practically attached to the hip, Alastor clinging to Vox's arm as they would walk around together, Vox gently petting Alastor's ears that would make the crimson sinners tail wag with such glee, and the kisses. Husk sighs as he remembers how the two would look so blissful as Alastor gently pressed his lips again Vox screen, love filling their eyes as they would pull away to look at each other, nothing like the burning hatred that replaced it. Husk sighs as he thinks back to what happened, he guesses it was back when Vox was really starting to get popular, that was when that damned moth came in the picture. From what Al told him, Valentino was all business at first, but that quickly changed as the two grew closer. The fucker had the nerve to come to their house! Al and Vox's shared home, the one they made together so they could keep their private lives private, the house Al hadn't been able to leave before joining the hotel. Alastor was understandably upset and jealous at the increasing amore of time the two were spending together, so of course he confronted Vox, but Vox seemed to be dismissive about it. This only upset Alastor more, soon the two got into a big fight, in the end everyone ended up hurt. Words were said, feelings were hurt, and a beautiful relationship was broken apart.

Husk is snapped out of his thoughts as soft sniffling comes from beside him, Husk sighing as he gently wipes the tears that started to flow again. As much as Husk played he didn't, Husk truly cared about Alastor, but Alastor had a persona that didn't allow him to show weakness like this, so Husk had to play the part to go with Alastor's facade. Puffy crimson eyes slowly flutter open, yet eyelids hooded the top half as narrow pupils remain down on the sheets. Husk sighs as he reaches to Alastor's ears, but crimson tipped claws squeeze his paw angrily, Husk sighing as he figured it would remind Alastor even more of Vox. He lets his arm fall as he just accepted that he couldn't do anything to help, him and Nifty had been trying for decades, yet Alastor's condition only seemed to get worse with each passing year. He was fine the first year, then things began to sink in the second, by the third he avoided Vox, the fourth he started to hunt more, the fifth he hunted less. Husk looked worriedly down at the deer demons, at some point the already worryingly thin man started to starve himself, which was the worst thing a foodie like Alastor could ever do to himself.

  Alastor could barely stand when the two saw each other again, his stomach growling angrily at everyone around him, yet he ignored it as he tried to act unaffected by his self-inflicted torture. Husk sighs as he sees Vox hold the withering man in his arms, concern etched onto his screen as he tried to keep his ex upright. Alastor wrapped his arms around Vox neck as he pulled him into a bitter kiss, tears that were decades hidden falling freely down his pale cheeks. Valentino cries out in outrage only to be double teamed by the fangirls known as Nifty and Velvet. Vox eyes widen for a moment, before falling shut as he pulls Alastor closer to deepen the kiss. They pull back and look into each other's eyes, a lover that never truly died resurfacing as they smiled lovingly at each other. Vox took Alastor's hand as the started to wreak havoc, together, Alastor eating his weights worth and more of the bodies they produced. Husk sighs as he takes another swig of booze, the burn down his throat distracting him from the ache in his heart. He knew something like this would happen, after all, he wasn't Vox. He was just Husk, his supportive friend that was there when Al needed him, Al could never love him. Husk makes another loud sigh but smiles fondly as he looks at the couple, both covered in crimson blood, Alastor's radio laced laugh sounded like music to Husk ears. Oh well, at least he was finally happy. If Alastor was happy, he was happy too.