(This is a Vox and Verosika pairing, and it's a modern AU. By the way, you are Vox.)

(You are Vox.)

You are Vincent Whitman, better known in Hell as Vox. You are a media demon with a television for a head. You were never particularly close to anyone in life. To put it mildly, you weren't the best person, and that's why you ended up here.

Everything changed the day you met Alastor, known in Hell as the radio demon. Surprisingly, you began to admire him, and over time, you became quite close. You even began to think you were friends. You even began to feel something for Alastor.

"How could he do this to me?"

The question played in your head like a broken record. You were sitting at the bar, an empty glass in front of you. You didn't know how long you'd been there, maybe an hour, two, or even three. It didn't matter. Right now, all you cared about was what had happened to you.

This day should have been one of the best days of your life in Hell, but in the end... Today, you invited Alastor to the bar under the guise of simply chatting and discussing the latest events, as usual, but in reality, there was a different reason. You were going to propose to Alastor that you become partners, and rule Hell together. You didn't need his power. No. You needed him. It was truly important to you. You hoped Alastor would agree.

But Alastor turned you down. No, he didn't just turn you down. He publicly ridiculed you for your weaknesses and pathetic situation. And when you tried to tell him you were friends, Alastor replied that there were no friends in Hell. He didn't even consider you a friend. It completely broke you. Although you tried to hold back your tears, you couldn't. Alastor left almost immediately, leaving you alone.

You couldn't believe Alastor had done this to you. It was especially painful because you'd had feelings for him for a long time. You could even say you'd secretly fallen in love with him.

You don't remember how much you drank to numb the pain. The tears on the screen had already dried. You didn't even look up from your glass until someone sat down next to you in Alastor's place. Looking up, you saw a succubus. You were surprised. A succubus in the Pride Ring? That was definitely something out of the ordinary.

It took you a few seconds to realize that Verosika Mayday herself, a singer renowned throughout Hell, was sitting before you. You knew about her, of course, and had even heard a few of her songs. You'd heard she was supposedly on a tour of all the rings of hell, but you never thought you'd meet her in person, especially in an ordinary bar where mostly common sinners usually hang out.

Verosika's expression made it clear she'd overheard your conversation with Alastor, though likely everyone in the bar had, since Alastor hadn't even tried to remain quiet during your conversation. Verosika seemed to feel sorry for you; she seemed to sympathize with you.