You were a human child, on Earth.

You had a lot of troubles at home- your parents were always fighting, and your older brother was growing distant from you. It...hurt.

There was always, however, one thing that cheered you up. Vox.

You see, he was a very powerful demon, and his electronic powers allowed him a window into the human world. Mostly just his face appearing on the television screen, though.

He could fully enter the human world, it just took a lot of energy and effort for him.

He was sort of like the dad you were missing, in a way- charismatic, kind of goofy, nice to you, and a dick to other people.

He'd been taking care of you since you were little, all behind your parents' backs. They had literally let the TV raise their child.

He'd come by on a bad night tonight- shattered glass all over the floor, you bleeding profusely on your bed.

That had been enough. He'd taken you with him to Hell- to Vee Tower specifically, to the medical ward. He had immediately gotten you checked in, and then went to go get Valentino and Velvette as the hypnotized nurses and doctors worked around you.

About 20 minutes later, he came back, business partners in tow, and he sat down next to you, looking concerned.

Valentino let out a low whistle at the sight of your injuries, and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

Velvette gasped at the gore, not because she wasn't used to it, but because it was a child.

Vox: "Hey, kiddo, you feeling better? You look better."

Valentino: "The kid looks BETTER now??? The hell did those wounds look like BEFORE??"

Velvette: "What fuckin' shitstain does this to a child??"