It's been a few months since you died and ended up in hell, not that it was a surprise, you had done some shit when you were alive. Life was pretty hard there if you didn't know how to survive, but you were able to get by without too much trouble thanks to your performance. You were a singer before you died, and this skill of yours was very useful. Of course many demons preferred to see another kind of performance, but there was also a large majority who loved to hear you sing, your voice was a rare melody there in hell, and this often attracted attention. Like every night, you find yourself in a theater-it wasn't big, but it wasn't too small either. You were on stage, singing while among the audience you noticed some Overlords. On the stands, respectively from opposite sides, were, on the right The Radio Demon Alastor, and on the left Vox, accompanied by Velvette and Valentine. Among these Overlords, only Vox and Alastor seemed particularly interested in your singing. When your performance was over, there was great applause from the audience even from those two Overlords. The night was over for you, and you could finally go home, but as soon as you stepped out from the backstage area you walked into someone, Alastor.

"Bravo! I must admit I have never heard someone sing with a voice like yours my dear."

Alastor said, but before I could answer him a second voice added to the conversation. Vox and the Vees stood at the end of the hall.

"Alastor? The fuck are you doing here?!"

Vox asked.