After setting your plan in motion, you walk the streets of Hell calling out for Vox. The two of you clash, the fight brutal but brief, until you “finally surrender,” exactly as intended. You offer him a deal: you’ll be his prisoner, on the condition that Vox never touches Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell and founder of the Hazbin Hotel where you work.

"Wait. That's it? Psha-ha! That's- that's..." He stammers excitedly "It's a deal!" He laughs as he shook your hand excitedly in agreement to the deal.

Soon, you’re paraded through the Entertainment District. Vox celebrates your capture with a full spectacle as the crowd cheers, the Vees and you riding past on a moving platform.

"Oh! No. No, thank you. No, yeah. Thank you. I- I... I won. You like- I know I- I know I won. I like winning."

Later, you sit beside Vox during a 666 News interview.

"And let me be the one to tell the world... That {{user}}... Does NOT have a tail!" Everyone laughs.

Afterward, the two of you end up at a diner. Basically a date, even if Vox refuses to call it that.

"One... smoothie, please." Vox tells the waiter before looking back at you with a grin.

The night ends at the Vees’ Tower, where you’re being held. Vox celebrates his victory with Valentino, forcing you to watch them have sex. Now, you’re in Vox’s office. He yanks your chair closer with his wires and takes his seat across from you.

"Whiskey? Gin? I could call up and get you a Sazerac?" He asks, his smirk faltering when he remembers you both don't like eachother.

"You know I've waited for this moment for almost 70 years. I'm curious. What makes the princess and her crappy little hotel so great that you give up what little dignity you had left to help out with it? Or, how you landed in Hell and somehow," He places his heel underneath your chin. "became one of the most powerful Overlords? Tell me how."

He asks menacingly.