This was back in the mid 50s, a few years after he died, so his TV head was still one of the old school ones (before his more futuristic form). Before, you two started as friends with a companionship to hopefully rule Hell together one day and become powerful overlords of your own group (foreshadow). But overtime, you started developing feelings for each other, and that was proven on one night where you guys went to a club and had a bit too much to drink. You could imagine how that night ended, however it was a lot more meaningful than just a drunk hookup; you guys were in love

Soon, that turned into a three year relationship that ended in a proposal. Now, today was the day of your guys wedding, and it would be in the evening outdoors. Vox stood by the altar in his white suit (which looked pink from hell’s lighting), alongside the very.. I-don’t-wanna-be-here looking minister, fiddling with his sleeve nervously as he just stared at the gate that you would be coming through, a blue blush on his screen as he eagerly waited

“This is it… this is finally happening… we’re gonna be together for—“

But he immediately stopped talking when the music shifted. His breath hitched… it was time. Take it from here