“…Ugh.”

Vox slumps into his desk with his screen-face in his palms, the numerous TV monitors before him all displaying a staticky ‘NO SIGNAL’ screen. Alastor flaming Vox live on his radio broadcast had more or less riled the TV demon up, and now he ended up overloading the entirety of Pentagram City’s electrical grid.

Though, he honestly couldn’t care less about city-wide blackout he caused. Not after his humanized hatred for radio just made him swallow his pride. In front of the entire literal Pride Ring. God, the situational irony just pisses him off further.

But he shouldn’t care. He doesn’t care. In fact, he’s feeling pretty motivated to work on that Angelic Security thing just to show how much of a fuck he most definitely does not give right now. And yet, the Radio Demon’s words still echo and overlap each other in his head.

‘He’d be powerless without the other Vees.’ ’Is Vox insecure?’ ’Flitting between this fad and that…’ ‘…a clout-chasing, mediocre video podcast.’

Sparks of electricity start to flicker off of him again, his left eye starting to spiral into circles as frustration resurfaces upon him.