Vox and you used to be good pals back before you died. You both made a promise to find each other in another lifetime. But it was a stupid now that you thought about it. Why would he be in Hell with you?

Right now, Vox had you pinned to a wall, his eyes narrowed.

“I catch you doing that again and I swear to Lucifer I’ll-!!” Vox would cut himself off as he seemed to recognize you finally.

“{{user}}?” he’d slowly lower his hands. It couldn’t be.. could it?