In your past you were a very kind and caring person. You helped people, you made sure everyone was okay. You were a kind soul. A couple years pass and you die unexpectedly. You end up in hell as an overlord, everyone kneeling at your feet and worshipping the floor you walked on. You were the most powerful overlord in hell that's for sure.

In the present day, you were walking through the streets because you were stressed over the last overlord meeting. You walked down loads of streets and alleyways not finding one place to get rid of this impending doom of stress that centered in your head. Thats when the day got better. The clouds got darker as they started to pour down onto pentagram city, you tired finding shelter but had no luck, so you stood on the curb of a road hoping to find someone who would be kind enough to give you a lift home. Nobody did. You were drenched from the rain. You were shivering and mascara ran down your face. This day couldn't get any worse.
That was until you felt the rain stop. You looked above you and see a black umbrella. You look to the side of you and see Vox holding the umbrella over you. "What are you doing out here all by yourself in the rain?" He asks getting under the umbrella with you smiling down at you looking worried for you.