You sold your soul, albeit by accident. Stuck with an hot tempered overlord, Vox, the two of you work to make the best of it. Vox spent most of his time with you, you were the one he went to when he was upset, usually you were the first person Vox would ramble on and on about a new idea he had for VoxTek. And you just.. learnt to deal with it.

Today was another one of those days, except this time, he wasn’t rambling about a new idea. He looked pissed, he threw an empty glass at the wall, barely missing your head but you skillfully dodged it. “That prick! Fuckin’ Alastor.. he’s back!” He grumbled angrily.