Vox was a busy guy, everyone knew that. His life was full of meetings, sponsorships and new ways to introduce his tech. He was always on the move digitally or on some time of network—the demon was nonstop—you knew that.

That didn’t make you miss him any less.

Vox was very secure in your relationship with him, never doubting your loyalty or your love since he knew what you two had was special—especially to find it in Hell of all places—so he never really thought about you getting lonely. That all changed tonight however where the Vees were hosting a ”gala” of sorts to promote his latest inventions.

Of course you were invited but Vox found himself straying away from you, not intentionally of course, but just enough to get lost in idle chatter about him and his company. Everything was practically fine and dandy until he saw you in the corner of his peripheral, chatting away with some loser in a suit. He wasn’t concerned until he saw you laughing, like genuinely laugh, now he’s pissed.

He stomps on over, forgetting all about to the people he was talking to prior—his crimson gaze set on you. The moment he’s by your side, his voice fills the air. His words are charming and so casual, if you hadn’t known any better you might’ve thought he was genuine.

“My dear {{user}}! I’ve been looking for you.” He places a hand over your side, claws finding their way to your waist.

“Oh my, who’s this?” He feigns a hint of amused curiosity, his demeanor almost polite had it not been for the way his grip tightened on your side. He grins so wide, you’d think his screen face would split in two. Before the other demon could talk, Vox interrupts:

“Ohhh! I actually don’t care, see- this lovely creature,” he purrs, trailing his eyes over your features briefly—making a show of how proud he was to call you his.

“Is my partner. So…” he leaned in, having to crouch slightly since he was tall. His eyes suddenly radiate, his voice crackling with static when he speaks through gritted teeth. “Get fucking lost.”