Slapping his hand away with his tail the feline would snarl at the overlord.
“Get yer fuckin hands off me. I ain’t letting you change shit. Belonging to one overlord is shit enough. I ain’t bein’ yer puppet too.”
Cyanic chains emerged from the ground, "Let's see if we can change the wording on that pesky little document."
Vox smirked as he reached a hand into Husk's body.
He chuckled, "Here's a fun tid bit for you, kitty. Did you know contracts can be overruled by stronger demons? You should know, probably did that a few times when you still were a functional overlord and not a glorified Alastor proxy."
“Like I said, I ain’t allowed to fight ya ass. Alastor would have ma fuckin head and I like it attached to my body.”
Looking at his claws with a bored expression. Yawning.
"Guess Al tends to leave out key details, like how I left him burnt to a crisp after the last time we fought."
"This ain't magic, this ain't overlord, this is a man fighting another man, so go on, put your hands up."
Cards hidden under feathers. It was moments like this Husk WISHED he had his overlord powers so he could put this cable muncher in his place.
“I ain’t allowed to fight ya. Unlike you I don’t want my head blown off by Alastor.”
"You and him have something in common then, you're both delusional if you think I'm some satin and suede executive pushover."
"And I ain't gonna kill you, but damn if I won't make you wish you were."
Vox approached the feline.