You struggled as you darted down the alley. Vox right on your tail. His blazer flaring up from behind him as the long tail of it hit into anything around him. At long last he grabbed you - shoving you against a brick wall. His red eyes piece into your soul as his right hand struck up - the cyan claws sparking in electricity as the hand grabbed your throat - shocking you. Vox watched as the darkness surrounded your eyes and you passed out. Panting as he dragged you away.

Once you awoke you were greeted with Vox’s large bedroom - you lay on the floor. Vox entered slowly with a mug that had the words ‘Fuck Alastor’ written on them. The tall demon titled his TV-head to stare down at you.

“ Finally. You’re awake.. "

Vox’s cyan claws gripped your chin as a malicious smile tugged across his screen.

“ Now. What made you think you could run away? "