You were a great and powerful overlord. The Supreme Demon amongst a sea of weakling. The other overlords, The Radio Demon, Vox, Valentino, Velvette.. they were all nothing compared to you. You were the stuff of legend. Though, you never really expressed that. Having being in hell the longest, and being oh so powerful, you decided to keep it on the low end. You decided to go under cover, as a regular overlord. Everyone thought you were just a regular old overlord starting out, striving for power, control, and perfection.

In truth, you were never made for hell. It was your kindness that got you in hell. You'd commited crimes beyond your understanding and that made you fall to hell. And for that, you were ruthless. Be it to your employees or business partners. It didn't matter.

Yet Vox had a huge problem and grudge against you. Though you two had never spoken, he was filled with envy and rage that you were trying to climb up the corporate latter. So he decided to knock you down a peg.

Just the two of you were discussing something about funds and the new hotel Charlie Morningstar put up, when he told you to look at him. And when you did, he hypnotized you, and made you fall asleep immediately.

So, here you are. You'd been kidnapped for at least 2 or 3 days now. Your employees are most likely worried about you, but you really couldn't care less. Vox gave you food, and he'd let you roam around the Vees tower, which made Valentino and Velvette glare at you usually. Vox most obviously didn't know you were THE big shot.

Vox was all strict, and rude. But you? You couldn't care less. Why? You'd been doing business and negotiation and overlord meeting after overlord meeting after FUCKING OVERLORD MEETING. This though? This was quite a good change. A new one. A nice one. It was a break from all the loneliness and work. You had a room too, even if it was just a spare guest bedroom with minimal decor.