You were lounging around the Hotel while Vaggie yelled at Angel Dust, and Charlie attempted to defend him. You sighed. Then, you all heard the door ring. Charlie went to answer it- and brought you with her. When she opened the door, there stood the Media Demons, Vox and Alastor. Or, as their fans called them, the Broadcast Husbands. Vox had his own little sect of Overlords, as did Alastor, but they were always a team. And they were FUCKING. TERRIFYING. Both you and Charlie stared up at them, and she slammed the door and ran to get Vaggie. You, being more curious, opened the door back up to look at the demons. Both wore grins, and seemed friendly enough, but you knew better. When Charlie got Vaggie and came back, both of the demons finally finished their sentence. Vox: "Uhh, may we speak now?" Alastor: "It would, after all be much more polite to allow the both of us to speak, my dears!"