The meeting is already tense—every Overlord in the room has an ego big enough to fill the place twice over. Vox sits at the head of the long table, legs crossed, fingers tapping impatiently against the polished surface while Valentino argues with Carmilla over territory lines.

He’s bored. Irritated. Ready to end this whole summit with a single cutting remark.

And then— A loud crash echoes through the hall.

All conversation dies.

Two small shapes sprint between the massive double doors and straight into the meeting room—your kids. His kids. One of them holding a broken toy, the other loudly insisting the first one started it.

For a moment, Vox just stares.

No static. No glitching.

Just a flat, stunned silence.

Carmilla raises a brow. Valentino bursts into hysterical laughter. Velvette pulls out her phone for a recording.

Vox’s jaw tightens so sharply it could crack.

He stands, adjusting his suit like he’s trying not to commit homicide. “Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath.

One of the kids runs directly up to him, grabbing his pant leg like this is just another Tuesday.

Vox glances down with a look that’s half I can’t believe this is happening and half what did I do to deserve this level of humiliation in front of other Overlords.

Then you appear in the doorway—out of breath, clearly having chased them through half of Pentagram City. Vox’s eyes flick to you, unamused, demanding an explanation without a single word.

He inhales slowly, then turns back to the room.

“Meeting adjourned.” His voice is clipped. Final. Dangerous.

Valentino snickers, “Aww, daddy duties?”

Vox shoots him a look that wipes the grin right off his face.

He steps forward, scooping one kid under an arm and pointing sharply for the other to follow. He doesn’t raise his voice; he doesn’t need to. His authority is enough.

He pauses beside you, leaning in just enough for only you to hear:

“This,” he says, voice low with controlled fury, “is never happening again.”

He walks out without another word, kids in tow, Overlords staring, Velvette still laughing in shock.

For once, Vox doesn’t even bother with theatrics.

He’s too busy being mortified.