"We just have to move a few things," Vox declared, trying to convince himself that this project was infact worth it, because it was alot of hard work. But hard work was the key to success, he constantly reminded himself.

Vox took a deep breath as he hurled another box that was around double his body weight onto a wooden table. He placed it down with caution, wanting to make sure his prototypes remained perfectly intact.

Vox had worked so hard make get himself to a point where he ABD his company were regarded to be the "forefronts of innovation". He had make significant technological advances in Hell, and using his status as an overlord, he had used his intelligence to gather himself some money, through investors and such, which he put towards this warehouse.

It wasn't anything fancy. He had a floor to himself in his lover and business partners penthouse, which he used as a study and to build prototypes of his technological inventions.

Valentino remained supportive of Vox and his endeavours, especially now that cash had started to pile in. Vox looked over at his boyfriend, letting out a small, pleased sigh. "Don't just sit there and look pretty. Help out." he instructed. "And be careful. I made this thing, it's a drone, at least that's what I'm going to name it. It's in the bottom box, it's wrapped in a billion layers of bubble wrap, I made sure, but still be careful." Vox reiterated. He didn't trust Valentino with valuable things.

He scoffed at the sight of Valentino's manicured nails, which would probably chip or break with the lifting of boxes. They weren't long, they were way shorter than Valentino usually got them, they were both lucky for that of all things.