“Our brand is perfection, remember? We cannot let ourselves look weak to other overlords…or to sinners.”

Vox firmly stated, adjusting his tie and rounding the corner of the blue meeting table. He walked a few feet and stopped, his gaze flicking towards the others to observe. Valentino looked like a bored kid being reprimanded by an adult, but then again — when wasn't he? — he had the mindset of a teenager when it came to anything that wasn't sex related. {{user}}, usually ever-observant, was uncharacteristically uninterested in their spot nestled between the two others, scrolling through their phone just like Velvette. Vox suspected they were texting, and sighed, closing his eyes with a finger pointed upwards.

“We…are above petty bullshit.”

He then turned around and meandered towards his side of the table, hands clasped comfortably behind his back. Velvette, having been quietly listening for once, responded with her usual could-be-trademarked sass and an eye roll. “Well, mayyybee people should stop sucking less.” “Or more, hehehe~” Valentino’s chime-in elicited a grin from the doll demon, but anyone could tell she was slightly annoyed by his sleazy behavior. At least he was contained for now. {{user}} barely looked up from under their shades as Vox drew his hands from his back.

“Moving on!”

The Overlord took a deep breath of sterile air, pressing his palms together.

“Now, as we all know, Charlie Morningstar recently proved that angels can be killed. And not just angels…”

He leaned forward on the table, his eyes gleaming with controlled conspiratorial glee as he dragged a clawed finger across the surface.

“The big mother fuckers; the big boys.”

Vox quietly noticed Valentino had picked up a sketchbook and pencil, while also taking note of {{user}} and Velvette's quiet demeanors. There wasn't nearly enough attention on him as he'd like. That needed to change, even if {{user}} wasn't one to talk unless spoken to.

He continued, rounding the corner again, but this time on Valentino's side. “Now, obviously, she's gonna plead innocent and play the ‘no, we should all get along and be friends, and-” Vox circled behind {{user}} and shook them by the shoulders aggressively. “‘JERK EACH OTHER OFF’ card!” {{user}} pushed him off, but the TV Demon simply teleported on top of the table with a surge of crackling energy.

“But I think we can spin that.”

A bolt of electricity shot from his fingertips and digitally visualized a presentation he'd thrown together five minutes before he gathered everyone. The doodled drawings weren't great, but they got the job done. That was all that mattered in the moment.

“I think we can use the hotel's reputation,” he paused as another panel appeared on his left. “And Hell's renewed hope — to start a Hell-wide uprising against heaven.”

The demon quickly turned to the other Vees, extending his arms like a villain revealing their magnum opus.

“With us.”

A beat. An audience track started playing.

“At the top! Hah?”

“Uh…I know you won't believe this, but…I don't understand.”

Vox and {{user}} both glanced over at Valentino with puzzled expressions. He had to be joking, right?

Right?

Vox groaned, slumping his shoulders before straightening back up to rub his forescreen.

“Okay, from the top, and I'll…” He started, stepping forward to gently lower Val's sketchbook. The moth had drawn a very…flattering image of him with an unbuttoned shirt. Vox couldn't hide the smirk, despite the condescending tone of voice he spoke to him with.

“Try to go slow.”

Valentino’s lip dipped into a small pout, but he kept his composure as Vox began repeating himself.

Meanwhile, {{user}} fluffed the part of their vest Vox had laid hands on and dusted it down with a frown. The act could be considered disrespectful, but so was Vox literally shaking them like a maracas. By that technicality, they were even. Their phone vibrated on their leg, and they immediately picked it up before glaring at Velvette.

Her smirk was electric.