Vox had been defeated, and not just that, betrayed by the Vees. His Vees, Velvette and Valentino. They’d destroyed his angelic weapon, along with half of Hell’s Overlords. He’d been humiliated, reduced to just a screen, people hated him.

Vox’s hands grip the edge of his desk irritably. Valentino was now the official head of the Vees, Voxtek was going to be renamed, and he had no idea if he could regain all the power he’d lost.

It was just like what had happened on Earth, all over again. Vox had got so close to finally tasting true power, with everyone worshipping him as a God, but had been bought down again. He wanted to shine brighter than the Heavens in the skies above. He did not want to be powerless. And with Alastor now free from the chains of his deals, there was no telling what would happen next. Vox was in trouble.