“Vox … is the strongest Sinner in Hell.”

Alastor smiled in satisfaction; his chains once bound to Rosie were finally released, shattering into shards fading into the air.

In Cannibal City, Rosie’s eyes suddenly widened; her orbs flashed orange and her face dropped.

Vox swung to Charlie; what used to be the Princess of Hell, now on all fours— mentally destroyed, her eyes closing shut in a mix of regret and a remorseful frown evident on her face.

Vox’s face flashed static. “Charlie,” he smiled. “You have no idea what you’ve done for me.” He teased, smirking at Charlie’s distress. “Thank you, for sucking so bad at everything you’ve done!” He added between giggling. “Just … thank you.” He slammed his hands on her shoulders, and with that—

All of Alastor’s chains were completely shattered.

The chair he was once bound to, the chains that once restrained him exploded in a burst of green flashes and spirits.

The deer’s laughter rang through the stage. “You absolute moron!” He slandered, shattering the translucent blue handcuffs that once contained him.

As expected, Vox and Charlie’s faces were agape. Nobody had expected Alastor to break free.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” Vox pointed accusingly at Alastor. “Get the fuck back in your chair!” He commanded.

Alastor cackled and twirled his staff in a flash of green mist. “You swore not to lay your hands on Charlie,” he disappeared into the shadows, materialising in Vox’s personal space. “But you just couldn’t help yourself, could you, you fucking creep?” He continued. “You’re always doing that and I hate it!” He criticised, tapping harshly on Vox’s flatscreen head.

“What, this?!” Vox placed his hands on Charlie’s shoulders again. “That doesn’t count! I didn’t hurt her!” He protested.

Alastor’s head titled mockingly. “I didn’t say not to hurt her you moron,” he corrected, stifling laughter. “I said not to laugh your hands on her, and you did!” He shouted. “You pathetic amateur!” He pointed his staff at Vox.

Vox’s mouth widened in shock. “Fucking wordplay?!” He exclaimed, his screen darted between static and technical difficulties. “You tricked me with a fucking technicality?!” He accused, his screen flashing with electricity. “Seriously?!” He roared.