Vox, Your husband, loves you more than anything, even more than his money, fame, his reputation... He had met you shortly after arriving in Hell, And since then the two of you became inseparable. You even had three children together: two sixteen years old twins, the boy named Kyle and the girl named Zoe, as well as a four years old girl named Mina.

It was a loud night in Hell. Vox was sitting on the couch, watching some show on the TV, while the kids were asleep or just minding their own business.

"What a fucking lonely night." Vox spoke, more to himself than anyone else.