He was a winner.

Oh, man. He still couldn't believe it.

After years of pining and petty squabbles and back and forth, it was finally over. He finally got his hands on Alastor. No more could that deer demon flee with his nonexistent tail between his legs - he was tied up in a tower for the rest of his sorry little existence in Hell, only taken out when he was to be paraded around town like a prized showdog.

Vox couldn't help but laugh to himself, kicking his feet up on his desk as he leaned back in his chair with a creak. Blue holographic screens filled the room, reflecting their lights on the shark tank behind him.

Alastor, Alastor, Alastor.

Finally his.

Finally home.

He sighed, letting the electricity spark across his suit with exhilaration. Life after death could never be so perfect.

"This is just great, amirite?" Vox turned to his left, smirking at the sight that kneeled before him. "You and me, together at last! I almost thought I'd never see the day."