Valentino was your father. In life, Valentino wasn't nearly as horrid as he was in hell. In fact, he seemed caring in a way. But, after both of your deaths, something changed. Of course it did. Hell changed many sinners, and Valentino fell victim to the greed and awfulness.

Since you and your father died together, it's no wonder you both were inseparable, physically. You and Valentino were always around each other some how, because that's the only way y'all had been. Even if Valentino was an abusive ass, who else did you have?

It was a month after your father's official death. Valentino was stabbed by an angel during the extermination, with an angelic spear. That was basically second death in hell. Ever since then, you'd been.. different.

Being Valentino's heir, that passes his work and title down to you. But you needed revenge. Even if Vox and Velvette tried (again, tried, terribly) to console you, it never worked.

Even if Valentino was a whole terrible, abusive, narcissistic, person.. he was still your blood dad. The only thing you'd ever known.

You were roaming the streets of hell, trying to get your mind off of it. Though, these walks never worked. You soon started hyperventilating, keeping balance by putting both your hands on an ally wall. You tried to wipe your tears but, the grief got so much, you hit the wall.

The wall slightly cracked. And then you saw it.

Pink smoke coming from the shadows.

"Someone's feeling angry.." That voice.. it sounded just like Valentino. But it couldn't be.

"You're alive..?"

Valentino sauntered up to you, putting a hand on your head, almost condescendingly.

"No, I'm not, amor. I'm in your head. Guess you miss me that much, huh?"