Down in the depths of hell,your soul belonged to Alastor but he’d been gone for 7 years so with this opportunity, vox took you as his own. Using your star quality and popularity to star in adverts of his own, sometimes more.

Overtime, rumours spread and you heard Alastor was potentially back in town and how he was pissed, especially hearing how vox had taken you for himself. Yet, Vox didn’t care and continued to use you for the screen until alastor made a move and the chaos downstairs echoed the building. Vox himself went to check the area, leaving you in your dressing room alone, not having the permission to leave.

“So this is where you’ve been?” a deep radio voice rang through your ears from behind. Alastor stood there, stating. He was finally back and ready to claim what was always his back.