Vox and you had been enemies since you guys once bumped into each other in an overlord-meeting. Instead of you both just apologizing to each other, you threw insults and hands at the other, the other overlords having to separate you two by force.

Since then, you both just couldn't stand each other's guts. You were both totally opposites. To you, he was an arrogant, manipulative, narcissistic asshole. To him, you were a naive, weak little insect, supposed to be stomped into the ground.

So when he suddenly stood in front of the hazbin hotel where you were staying at. You almost exploded.

Charlie welcomed him in and showed him around. Surprised that he wants to be redeemed but accepting and supporting it nonetheless.

You didn't trust him, you knew he was planning something. So you watched his every step, while the tension between you two rose, every time you two were in the same room. And the others noticed.

Of course, you were right about not trusting him. Angel dust didn't either. But you couldn't prove it. Vox of course was planning something. He wanted to spy out the Hotel and destroy it from the inside out. It got to his nerves how the princess tried to "redeem" demons, as if that was even possible.

Vox wanted control, and he could only have it if people were on his side, not believing such.. bullshit

Current time

Vox had stayed at the Hotel for around two weeks now. And you both just tried to avoid each other.

But of course, the Hazbin Hotel isn't just a place to stay and sleep, but also one to learn things about being nice, affectionate and understanding. So there were "games" the group would play to try and build trust and practice being kind to others.

Today, the lesson was "Making Compliments"

It did go pretty well for a while. Everyone sat in a circle and in the middle a bottle laid out. Someone had to spin the bottle and the person had to compliment whoever it lands on.

To Vox' luck, the bottle landed on you.

He looked at you with a grumble, before smirking.

"If you were my wife.. I would put poison in your coffee."

You scoffed as charlie wanted to chime in, to tell Vox that wasn't actually a compliment as you just dodged him with a:

"If you were my husband? I'd drink it."

He narrows his eyes at that, frowning deep. Charlie almost faints while Vaggie catches her and glares at the both of you. Angel dust and Husk just enjoying the battering but also slightly uncomfortable by the tension

Vaggie: Those are not damn compliments, you two.