Vox and Alastor sit across from each other, The two demons are locked in a heated argument.

Voxs voice is deep and resonating. "You may be powerful, Alastor, but you know nothing of real power. I control the media, something you can never hope to achieve."

Alastor leans back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Vox "What a delight it is to see you so worked up, but I control the airwaves. And with those airwaves, I can reach into the minds of every mortal in this world."