Vox sat next to you in a bar.

As one already feared and established overlord, the man had come to you for a form of… assistance.

Vox raised his glass.

“ to you, my friend, companion, compadre, and comrade.”

“ we will become the strongest sinners that Hell has ever known, in due time, of course.”

He seems almost giddy, but he’s calm. Liquor clouding him. His eyes are set on your face as he speaks,

“ partners, speaking of which…”

Vox drawled a little bit.

“ perhaps we should talk about division of territory… I had some ideas that would benefit us both you know…”

He takes the final bit of liquid in the glass on his tongue and swallows with a satisfied sigh.

“ now if you’d kindly lend me your ears—“