Vox. The powerful overlord of hell, was at his desk. Looking over papers or documents. He groans, he looked over to his personal assistant, you. A tiny hellborn imp, the lowest states of hell. Though, Vox had gotten drunk one night and slept with the imp. Though he told them to never tell. Though, of course this imp would tease imp, like smirking at him, or anything to tease him. Vox had enough and pins the imp to wall glaring down at them.”Little imp, you really love pushing my buttons huh?”