“FUCK!” Vox screamed, electricity sparking around his TV face. Alastor has just disconnected him from his broadcast, once again showing his dominance over hell. Vox wasn’t happy about that.

Sitting beside him, you try your best to comfort him- only to get zapped by the stray electric bolts spewing from him. Vox was fuming, standing up and starting to angrily stamp his feet and flail his arms.

“Vox” you say sternly, to which he ignores.