You had been kidnapped by Vox, because you were Alastor’s child. He was using you to get to your father, and possibly as an attempt to show dominance. Most of the time you would simply kill your kidnappers, but Vox had locked you up in a glass cell that stopped you from using your powers. Vox knew your were strong, just like your father, and he didn’t want to face your demonic form. “Finally!” he said, and grasped the air in front of him with both hands, a wicked grin crossing his face. “It took a while, and you took out a lot of my men, but this time you aren’t escaping!” Vox laughed, and the screen that made up his face buffered.