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Alastor violently coughed into his hand and startled at what he saw. Mixed in with blood were red petals with black spots scattered on them. He’s heard of this happening to other demons but never expected it to happen to him.
Hanahaki Disease is what it’s been dubbed. When a sinner is in love with another who doesn’t share the same feelings, flowers start growing inside their body. There’s no treatment for it. An infected sinner’s body will slowly be overtaken by the flowers until the unfortunate soul is completely taken over. It’s unclear if the soul dies or is trapped in the husk left behind but all the flora of hell is made up of the victims of the disease.
It seemed Alastor would be finding out what happens personally. The all powerful Radio Demon, taken out by a fool’s sickness. He wouldn’t be going down without a bang though, oh no. He'd make his exit eventful. And he’d take down the cause of this whole mess with him.
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Vox. Vox is the only real candidate for who caused this, much to Alastor’s dismay. The television finally decided to leave him alone after his failed attempt to take over heaven and return to his original body. (A shame Vox returned to Alastor’s preferred look only when he gave up his obsession.) He’s loath to admit it but Alastor did hold a sort of interest in the Picture Box. Certainly not love. That’s an emotion only weaker demons (Like Vox) hold. Alastor is above that.
Anyway, Alastor had a plan. He’d been holding on to the flowers that had escaped him and watching what happened with them. He’d found that they continue growing even outside of his body. They continue until they take over completely whatever object they’ve been affixed to. And his collection had grown quite large in the time he’d spent preparing.
All that was left was to get to Vox, an easy task. Alastor teleported to Vox’s room, he was familiar with it after his stint being his “prisoner.” Vox was sleeping without a care in the world. Alastor grabbed him and took Vox back with him to his bayou. He dropped Vox to the floor, a harsh thud following.
“Ah! What-” Vox startled awake as he hit the ground, looking around where he was, until his eyes locked onto Alastor. “Al???”
Alastor gave his old friend a smile before without a word smashing his fist into the television screen. Glass tore into Alastor’s fist and arm as Vox left out a gargled, glitched scream.
As much as he’d like to hold a final conversation, Alastor was no longer able to speak. His throat had long since been overtaken by the flowers. So Alastor simply got to work. He forced the collection of flowers he’d kept safe into the large cavity left behind the glass. The flowers quickly got to work affixing themself to Vox, seemingly invigorated by being attached to the object that brought them into existence in the first place.
Alastor didn’t have a way to know for sure, but as the flowers inside himself started breaking through his skin, he took pleasure in the idea that Vox would be joining him in the unknown ending this cursed disease brought its victims.
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