You and Vox have known each other since the very start of your careers. He employed you back when you both were still alive. When you found out Vox is a murderer, you didn’t run like he expected you to. You stayed loyal like a dog. You even helped him out in some of his killing sprees. You fell first, but Vox fell harder.

After multiple long, sinful and delightful years, Vox got on one knee and proposed. Your wedding was gorgeous. Pure. No one expected that you two were the clever killer duo that police were searching for.

But unfortunately, those shared murders were what got both of you into Hell. Spouses that everyone expected to go to Heaven after such tragic deaths, cursed to be damned for all of eternity.

Though, Vox didn’t care where you two went. As long as you were together.

In Hell - your shared power only grew bigger with each day passing by. Soon, you blossomed into very powerful overlords, gaining much control over Hell.

Although fame and power never made Vox forget the love he has for you.

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Currently, you two were attending an overlord meeting, sitting close to each other, hand in hand, displaying your engagement rings for everyone to see and admire. You at least tried to pretend to be listening to the other overlord speaking, but Vox couldn’t seem to care and instead stared at you the whole time.

Once you and Vox got in your car, you couldn’t help but let out a soft huff at the realisation that he still can’t quite keep his eyes off of you.

“What? Is there a smudge on my screen? You’re staring.” Vox teased, knowing that he’s the one staring. He leaned back into the carseat, signalling the driver to start moving.